The Call is Coming From Inside the House

As many of you may have noticed, this past Friday happened to be the 13th of August. Friday the 13th! We realized this fact about halfway through the day, and immediately knew what we were going to do that night: watch scary movies, while drinking champagne.

That is the beauty of this beverage, it’s completely versatile. It can be used to celebrate everything from white weddings to black demons. Whether we’re blissfully happy or about to pee our pants in fright, there’s nothing else we’d rather do than take a minute to sip some refreshing, bubbly wine. Raises the spirits and calms the nerves.

The proof was in how much we thoroughly enjoyed both our movie selections for the evening, and our wine pairing. For those who are curious, we started the night with a more

“classy” horror movie, to get on the right foot. A modern, black and white silent movie entitled The Call of Cthulu. And if you don’t believe a silent movie can be scary, we dare you to watch this movie and see if you can even so much as move a muscle until the final credits. If you don’t know about the awesome, tentacle-faced ancient god that is Cthulu, just do a quick Wikipedia search. Yeah, he’s that handsome. Our second movie selection continued with the theme of modern movies imitating older cinematic styles. This one was a freak-out-the-babysitter-style movie that was made recently but filmed like an 80s thriller, called The House of the Devil. And maybe it was the champagne talking, but this movie couldn’t have been more perfect if the lead character wasn’t wearing waist-high skinny jeans and rocking out to a walkman. Incredibly, it leaves out all cheesiness and still delivers a satisfyingly eerie yet ambiguous ending. Perfect.

The wine we chose for our night of chills was the Schramsberg Blanc de Blancs 2006 ($28). The name seemed intimidating enough to stand up to the monsters and demons of the evening. But the wine itself, from California, was actually fairly delicate. Right out of the bottle it smelled intensely like just-risen bread dough. Which, if you like bread dough, is an amazing thing. It was extremely fizzy, and had a nice, pale yellow color in the glass. Once the bubbles died down in our mouths, the flavor was gently tart, but not dry, and didn’t linger long after drinking. Overall, it was a pleasant wine that was easily consumed while clutching our pillows in suspense. And luckily, this time no one peed their pants.

Score: She gives is a 3.5, he gives it a 3.

Recommended: We’re on the fence on this one. We probably wouldn’t go out of our way to buy this again, but it’s definitely a wine that won’t let you down.