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Benedick: Is Claudio thine enemy?

Beatrice: Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonored my kinswoman? O that I were a man! What, bear her in hand until they come to take hands, and then with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancor - O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace!

Much Ado About Nothing (2013) dir. Joss Whedon

Creepy Commonalities - Don’t. Read. The. Fucking. Latin. It’s a dead language for a reason.

When will people in horror movies learn that curiosity will always, always end up killing the cat? In Drew Goddard’s The Cabin in the Woods, the seemingly unwitting characters stumble upon a mysterious diary in the musty basement of an old cabin. Their bright-eyed idea? To mumble as much of these foreboding words as they can. It’s such a terrible idea, even the resident stoner in the film is keenly aware of just how bad it is! Everyone knows that if you find a book buried in the depths of someone’s attic, basement or underneath a cabin trapdoor, you don’t read it, especially when it contains writings in an indecipherable language. Just ask Ash from Sam Raimi’s The Evil Dead. Those goddamned Sumerian Books of the Dead, amirite? Sure, there wouldn’t be a movie without some smartass showing off what they learned during their semester of Latin classes at the community college, but surely it can’t be worth unleashing a world of pain?