I saw the pulpy and reasonably-entertaining Solomon Kane, based on a Robert E. Howard book that is not Conan the Barbarian. It is essentially Conan refashioned as a Puritan. Cool hats! But fewer loincloths. And the demons seemed pretty wussy.
I tried to watch the new Day of the Triffids, but good lord it sucked. What’s wrong with British people? I give ’em props for Quatermass and Hammer films but their version of scary is lame: walking plants, haunted tea cozies, Eddie Izzard. And apparently when plasma waves from the sun make almost everyone blind, those afflicted will run about impotently yelling and crashing into one another like the passengers in Airplane. Stiff upper lip, my ass.