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Another entry from April ‘24
Day 4 of my Halloween movie marathon (which I’m starting to think there aren’t enough of them I haven’t seen yet to get me to the big day, but we’ll see. Might have to rewatch some of the favs)
So, the movie: Eh. Not bad, I guess. There were some intense and disturbing moments that made it worthwhile, but nothing really did much for me here. A little too much “road trip” and not enough actual happenings. Vlog-style film documenting extreme backwoods haunts until they come across “the one” that may or may not be real... An average concept with average execution. Doubt I’d ever watch this one again. I can give it a 5.5/10 for the cool masks and disturbing bits. Streaming on Hulu.
Now for the rant... So the flick starts off with the quote above and I’ve come across this line of thinking before (from my dad). This is typical of people who don’t really understand the horror genre. Would a real life psycho in a mask following you down a dark alley be more frightening than a movie about a werewolf or vampire? Uh-duh... Of course it would be...because you’d feel your life being threatened, whereas most of us know that werewolves and demons don’t actually exist. But that’s literally “real life vs a movie or idea.” Now...let’s say for the sake of the argument that you got this fat hillbilly in a mask with an axe on one side of the dark alley, and a seven-foot tall werewolf on the other, fangs still wet with blood, claws as long as knives, able to leap 10 feet in a single stride, eyes inhumanly yellow and nostrils puckering at the smell of you...
Which way you gonna run, dad? lofl...
This is what non-horror people don’t get. Is a real life psycho staring at you terrifying? Fuck yeah. But in a movie? Compared to a vengeful, deranged spirit that can get you from anywhere? That can climb from under your bed while your door is locked? That can crawl along your ceiling or reach out from behind your headboard? That can be eyes in a shadow across the room then suddenly right behind you? There’s no fucking contest there. The IDEA of the supernatural is monumentally more frightening than a crazy fuckstick with a machete. You got a chance against the machete... You don’t got shit - not even your sanity - against the supernatural. That’s one of the most terrifying things about ghosts and demons: You don’t know if what you’re seeing is real... It’s there one minute, terrorizing you with demonic threats to your life in any setting -- work, classroom, diner table, movie theater, backyard -- then gone in an instant...leaving you with only the realization that no matter where you are...you’re never out of reach... A psycho? Pshhhh.... lol You can stop a psycho with a gun; a brick; pepper spray; a swift kick to the nuts and the ability to fun fast; a number two pencil to the eye, for fuck’s sake; a goddamn rape whistle lofl But the supernatural? Nah, brah...u ded..
So next time someone tries to tell you that horror flicks are lame because real life is scarier, you set ‘em straight. Because movies are movies, man. And if we’re talking about fiction, a dude with an axe just ain’t gonna scare me. -z
My undying love, beating heart, and darknend soul are yours, forever more.
[via erebus-et-eigengrau]
I love the unavoidable course of nature, I love how energy and matter is never gone only changed, I love how even in death we have the ability to create, our bodies can be fertiliser, we can feed the earth and give back to her. we can be compressed into diamonds, We become something else. Even if we can't see it ourselves. I love humans and our brilliant nature, how our natural end can be so alive.
It's always been a dream of mine to one day walk into a room somewhere (other than at a club or a specifically goth target store) and just hear the the Sisters of Mercy playing.
Or to date some one who already loves Oingo Boingo without me introducing them to it.
I hope George Clooney understands that we're twins separated at birth and the voice he hears in his head is me speaking to him telepathically
I spend a lot of time thinking about death. You want to know why? It's the most solid thing of life, death is what connects every one of us
Have you guys ever noticed how The Crow and Robocop are almost the same movie?