Hobos, Blood, the Morning.

Hobos, Blood, the Morning.
So, the evening's work on "Hobo" finished at six AM. Going from days to nights really does a number on the body and brain.
Speaking of brains, I was worried about all of that fake blood being slippery when, in fact,it is very sticky shit and very
unpleasant to be around.
I've never though of myself as having particularly delicate sensibilities but I'm offended in some way by all this gore. Which probably, possibly sadly, bodes well for the success of the film. Why sadly? I just happen to feel that gore as a form of entertainment is a rather sad statement on the human condition. Don't get me wrong, no one would like to see these guys succeed more than I. I just can't help wishing we could be more than the common denominator. Which probably makes me a bit of a prude, as well.