Sick of getting faked out with these 'unrated' horror dvds

Alright, this lame, limp slacker horror flick is the most blatant example I've seen yet of studios faking me out and pissing me off with "unrated" horror discs. 'Unrated' - usually in drippy-blood letters; 'too scary for theaters'; 'extra shocking footage!'; kiss my arse. Sure, legally, "unrated" doesn't necessarily mean "gorefest bloodbath", I guess it just means that cut of the film wasn't submitted to the powers that be for a rating, but they sure use it to imply that I'm going to get to see blood, guts and gratuitous boobs! And yet... umm, no. 'specially in this lamefest. I've seen scarier, gorier episodes of "Goosebumps". And I'm sick of the same, same, same, character sets of two or three twenty-something couples who chew up the first act of the movie hashing out their feelings and their b.s. 'dawson's creek' relationship issues and drama. Oh, and they're always pothead alcoholics who regardless seem to be managing to hold down pretty good jobs - good enough jobs that somebody's friend always has access to a huge house on the lake (always a lake - gotta be a lake), and at least one of them always, always has a mint condition old muscle car. I guess trite, derivative horror movies have 'grown up' since the 80's - back then the victim pools were teenagers who drank, got high and had sex, now they're twenty-somethings who drink, get high, and piss and moan about not having sex, along with everything else. Wow, that's progress.

Vae Victis