washed-up zombie hasbeens

I will watch your movies again, Rob Zombie, (including but not limited to the allegedly forthcoming "Rob Zombie's Tyrranosaurus Rex") when you change your name back to something normal.

Sure, it was fitting when you had (have?) that terrible band that was oh-so-marketable for horror movie soundtracks and it led to you predictably cashing in on horror flicks yourself. And maybe I'm jumping the gun - maybe I'm wrong to assume T-Rex isn't a tits-out slasher film and doesn't involve a house with nearly a thousand corpses. But if this T-Rex film is going to be on another topic featuring, say, acting, you're merely driving us bored with your continuing zombie persona and disappointing gore-loving men the planet over.

On the red carpet you prove that you need a stylist, at least and that the Twilight Kids are more convincingly undead. Until then, stick with what works - repiece good slasher storylines into bogus bore-offs and "stack them chips."