Stupid Rite-Aid.

They were selling horror movie classics, and I couldn't resist buying the original Nightmare on Elm Street because:

A)  It rules.
B)  Josh has never seen it, which is a crime.
C)  Johnny Depp
           1)  Wears a sweater vest
           2)  Gets sucked into his own bed and then eight gazillion gallons of blood create a reverse-fountain all over the ceiling in SLOW MOTION.
D)  My VHS copy is worn out and I'd been meaning to replace it anyway.

So.  We get home and I tear the wrapping off, anticipating a Fabulous night of Freddy Krueger Fun, and I DISCOVERED that it was ACTUALLY Nightmare on Elm Street TWO!  The stupid, huge $7.99 sticker covered up the minuscule number two on the cover!  I blame both Rite-Aid AND Miramax -- they BOTH knew there was no way they could EVER sell the World's Crappiest Movie without fooling people.

We watched the whole thing anyway.  It sucked real bad.

I'm drowning my sorrows by listening to the Weeds soundtrack, which is both awesome and available for online listening.