My fifth trip to Universal Studios in the past eleven months is done, and I’ve put another 900 miles on my little 2017 Nissan Versa Note SV getting there and back again. It was another great trip, but as much as I love heading down there, it will likely be awhile before I return. Of course, I thought the same thing when I went last February before The Virus hit, and it was the most Universal Studios-filled year of my life.
After catching up on e-mails and some work after getting back, I decided to see what schlock Hulu had to offer. The quality of Hulu as a streaming service has really taken a dive, and it’s confoundingly difficult to find specific flicks on the service. I’ve been on a huge Hammer Films kick lately, an Hulu has one or two of their films; it would be great if there was a way I could search for films by studio, rather than just trying to search the names of Hammer’s movies and hoping I get a hit.
Like all cut-rate services, Hulu is also putting more and more content behind additional paywalls and subscription services. Sometimes I’ll see that Hulu has a movie I’m searching for in my browser, only to log into the app to find I have to add a $12 a month subscription to HBO or Showtime to view it. No thanks.
I suppose I can’t complain too much when I’m paying $2.15 a month, and I will note one positive of Hulu: it has dozens (maybe hundreds; I don’t know, because, again, the service is so difficult to search and navigate) of crummy horror movies. That’s probably a negative for many users, but it’s a gold mine for someone like me, who genuinely enjoys watching bad horror movies.
Of course, there are occasionally gems—unpolished or otherwise—amid the dross. So it was this evening that I stumbled upon one such precious stone, blemished though it may be: 2014’s Digging Up the Marrow.