Le blogue de Maxime Laperle

Well, I was pretty much stuck doing some plaster scrapping in my own hall, when I had in my ears every possible Stevie Nicks song blaring away through my IPod : Stand Back, Landslide, Edge of Seventeen, Talk to Me, I Can’t Wait , Gold Dust Woman, Crash into Me. If I wasn’t listening to some music, it would have made scrapping my wall from stuckout and plaster, completely unbearable, and filled with insufferable tedium. For a good thing, I wasn’t already sweating buckets, but just a lot from my forehead. My roomate handed me a small handkierchef to tie over my nose and mouth, while thanking her, I was almost finishing one section of my hall and decided to call it quits for today. On Sunday, I’ll be doing the stucco around the door frame. Which would only bring us to my review of Innerspace , another Joe Dante sci-fi classic since The Howling that I last reviewed, and made more of a recommendation than a complete review. Innerspace, is a lot like another science-fiction made by Ri...