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-The Decent
I went to see The Decent last night with my friend Wayne, who I see movies with, usually on an every-other-month basis. We alternate on who chooses the movie, but every time I choose a sucky one, he threatens to never let me chose again. Past mistakes of mine include Darkness and Silent Hill (though I applaud myself for forcing him to see Crash, and he can never live down The Ice Harvest). Although he would have preferred we see My Super Ex-Girlfriend, he agreed to see The Decent, and I am proud to say that I have finally redeemed myself in my movie choices. It was the scariest-ass film I think I have ever seen.
Without giving away too much of the plot, I tell you that it wasnt the claustrophobic mis-en-scene or even the Creepshow 2-esque Nobody knows were here nobody at all! fear of never being rescued that terrified me, but rather the biting. Yes, biting. Now, I enjoy the biting, nipping, etc that comes about in raucous, sweaty sex (who doesnt??!!), but for some reason, I have a deep-seeded fear of people actually biting into my flesh and tearing it off. When I was about four years old, my aunt, who was just a teenager at the time, worked at McDonalds. She brought home a stuffed Hamburgler doll, thinking I would like it. Instead, according to her account, I took one look at the doll and said, Please dont bite me! Apparently this biting aversion comes from deep inside the womb or perhaps a former life. Of course, it didnt help that that same aunt thought it was amusing to, for the next year, sneak up on me and shove the Hamburgler doll right in my face so that I would scream in terror. The only movie to give me nightmares has been the cheesy Return of the Night of the Living Dead: you know, that one where a noxious gas protrudes into a graveyard site, awakening the corpses who then skulk around the neighborhood chanting Brains! I want to eat your brains! On the other hand, I have no problem with vampire movies or images. Apparently its okay to sink your teeth into me, as long as you dont take any flesh away with you. Its funny how the subconscious works.
Thats all for now, folks. If youve skimmed down this entry because it was just too damn long, let me give you a quick synopsis. The Decent, good. The Ice Harvest, bad. Biting, good. Tearing off flesh, bad. Oh, and the Hamburgler is the spawn of Satan.
-The Decent
I went to see The Decent last night with my friend Wayne, who I see movies with, usually on an every-other-month basis. We alternate on who chooses the movie, but every time I choose a sucky one, he threatens to never let me chose again. Past mistakes of mine include Darkness and Silent Hill (though I applaud myself for forcing him to see Crash, and he can never live down The Ice Harvest). Although he would have preferred we see My Super Ex-Girlfriend, he agreed to see The Decent, and I am proud to say that I have finally redeemed myself in my movie choices. It was the scariest-ass film I think I have ever seen.
Without giving away too much of the plot, I tell you that it wasnt the claustrophobic mis-en-scene or even the Creepshow 2-esque Nobody knows were here nobody at all! fear of never being rescued that terrified me, but rather the biting. Yes, biting. Now, I enjoy the biting, nipping, etc that comes about in raucous, sweaty sex (who doesnt??!!), but for some reason, I have a deep-seeded fear of people actually biting into my flesh and tearing it off. When I was about four years old, my aunt, who was just a teenager at the time, worked at McDonalds. She brought home a stuffed Hamburgler doll, thinking I would like it. Instead, according to her account, I took one look at the doll and said, Please dont bite me! Apparently this biting aversion comes from deep inside the womb or perhaps a former life. Of course, it didnt help that that same aunt thought it was amusing to, for the next year, sneak up on me and shove the Hamburgler doll right in my face so that I would scream in terror. The only movie to give me nightmares has been the cheesy Return of the Night of the Living Dead: you know, that one where a noxious gas protrudes into a graveyard site, awakening the corpses who then skulk around the neighborhood chanting Brains! I want to eat your brains! On the other hand, I have no problem with vampire movies or images. Apparently its okay to sink your teeth into me, as long as you dont take any flesh away with you. Its funny how the subconscious works.
Thats all for now, folks. If youve skimmed down this entry because it was just too damn long, let me give you a quick synopsis. The Decent, good. The Ice Harvest, bad. Biting, good. Tearing off flesh, bad. Oh, and the Hamburgler is the spawn of Satan.
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