So despite wanting to be green and eco friendly and etc. we got rid of them along with a pair of inappropriately holey jeans, a raggedy wash cloth that mildew smell wouldn't come out of after the 5th consecutive year of wiping tiny hands and faces, cardboard
boxes we hadn't recycled and some good old -
fashioned fallen tree.
Now, though, eight films in (the majority of them, after the second, made from non-franchise scripts retooled for franchise inclusion), the puzzle
box seems to
fall into the hands of not archaeologists of pleasure, but hard - bodied co-eds who aren't interested in discovering new, unknown experiences so much as shitting around in the usual slasher - film
fashion and accidentally freeing some wise - cracking, cosmic hook - wielding genie.