Monday, September 08, 2008

Here Be Monsters.

The Strangers, I think it was called. These films have such vague, generic names that they're forgotten by the first shriek of "the lad in the ski mask is BEHIND you, you silly dumb bint."

And so it proved. The sound effects jumped me enthusiastically throughout, and Liv Tyler does a lovely lip quiver, but it's been done and done and done before. And what's with the hand-held? Does every film since Paul Greengrass' first burp have to come with motion sickness as standard?

Does it? That wasn't a rhetorical question, like.

Halfway through I had the strangest urge to slowly place my hand on the shoulder of the girl sitting in front of me, just as the tension was nearing the end of its crescendo, but I chickened out. She could have been one of THEM, for God's sake.

Time to take my paranoid yet critical ass to bed.

3 comments:

Susan said...

One of the most guaranteed things in life, is that the person sitting in front of you, next to you, or behind you in a cinema is a complete psycho.

Or will sue you for emotional distress or assault, if you touch them during the film.

Or will drop dead of heart failure and you'll be arrested as soon as the credits roll.

Not that any of that ever happened to me, no no no no noooooooo

'Night. Sweet dreeeeeeeams...

Rosie said...

i was traumatised just by the trailer for that.

Radge said...

Oh Susan, you terrify me so...

I've been warned about my busy hands before, but that's another blog entirely.

Rosie, never had you down for a girl that scares easy???