Dark Horse, by J.R. Rain (REVIEW) — Lust, Murder, Obsession, & the Pigskin
After listening—with an enthusiastic ( could’ve been glazed ) look on my —to the first ( well, probably two-hundred-thirty-ninth ) person in my life as he/she proceeded to enlighten ( actually, annoy-the-crap-out-of ) me about the hilarity ( hello --inanity ) of the Three Stooges, I made a solemn vow to stop being so politic about the whole subject, and say what I really feel from the get-go in such situations (namely, that you’d have to hogtie me to a chair to get me to watch anything so mind-numbingly irritating). All of which has what to do with anything? Well, a couple of things, actually. First, you’ve been warned about the Stooges and me, okay? And second, I’m trying to illustrate just how subjective humor really is; what one person—or even millions of them—finds funny, won’t be the same for everyone. ( Really, if you love the Stooges, that’s fine. Just please don’t drag me into it, ‘kay? ) What I like best is clever, witty banter, dialogue that preferably comes with a little ...