But the real thing that pisses me off is this: It’s an adaptation of the story Midnight Meat Train.
I know a lot of people aren’t going to be nitpicky about Clive Barker adaptations, especially stuff from the lovely Books of Blood series, but it’s the name of the damn story. In a world where we have movies about Ya-Ya Sisterhoods and Last Mimzy’s, I’m not worried about the title of this movie. I’m worried if it’s going to have BALLS. Isn’t that a little more important?
Then again, it’s very easy to scoff at trailers. A paying audience pays to see the main feature, and oftentimes the pre-show experience is one about getting jabs off at upcoming films they see in the trailers. They pay for that right.
But, while Midnight Meat Train is hardly a great title, it looks like it means to kick our ass and I don’t care if it’s called Rooftop Abortion III: The Beckoning.