Note: This is my 100th post on Just Dread-full! And for my happy 100, I’m going to write about one of my favorite filmmakers (M. Night Shyamalan) but I’ll be exploring more spiritual themes than usual (because this particular film demands it). So, here it goes—spoilers involved!
Michael and I have been talking lately about the phenomenon of hating. Of course, hate is prevalent in all sects of life, and more problematic in some sects than others. But when it comes to the arts, and films specifically, people love to hate. Witness the new female-driven Ghostbusters film: it’s brilliant and funny and original, but people get this weird high off slamming it on the internet. The same goes for the Star Wars prequels: any attempt to re-visit the highly successful plot of the first three films was certain to be met with some contempt, because our proclivity to love has an opposite proclivity to hate. And I think the same observation could be made with M. Night Shyamalan. Continue reading “Sensing Brilliance in the Sixth Sense”
After reading several First Fright posts on the always wonderful Just Dread-full site, I thought about my first fright and how I could write about it. Some of the previous posts have been lighthearted in looking back at what scares us as children, but in my case it is somewhat misleading as my first fright is an ongoing issue with me. I am a sleepwalker who nightmares regularly. To say I have sleeping issues is an understatement.
I have always been a sleepwalker, starting when I was a preschooler. Within the first hour of sleep, I would be up and walking. I never went far, or did anything foolish, but I sometimes moved out of my room to sleep on the floor elsewhere and would have odd stories to explain why. My parents would escort me back to my room and that was that. But then my dreams took a detour as I got a bit older, and creepy creatures invaded. Continue reading “What Scares Us? Nancy of Graphic Novelty² shares her First Fright- Nightmares of Spiders and Rats!”
Whether or not I have high expectations for an imminent horror movie, I always look forward to a night at the theater to delve into dark, mysterious, sometimes insidious horror movie themes. And I think since I’ve started this blog, I’ve been an easy customer to please: I tend to like horror movies, and I tend to give them good reviews, although there are notable exceptions to this trend. That is, take your semi-decent, run-of-the-mill jump scare flick: I generally enjoy it—and state so, on this blog. But when I saw an early showing of The Bye Bye Man Thursday night, I felt a culmination of all the slowly growing horror-related restlessness that had been building up in my psyche. I had a feeling that The Bye Bye Man would prove to be just what I expected, and it was, except it was maybe a little less scary. But oh—how I wanted something different. Rare and wonderful is the surprisingly artistic horror movie that floats to the surface of the murky Hollywood horror swamp and blows my unsuspecting hair back. And as rare as that phenomena is, it does happen, and that is, naively, what I was hoping for Thursday night. Continue reading “The Bye Bye Meh: A Case of Genre Ennui”
While my horror-related haul wasn’t as sprawling this Christmas as it was last Christmas, I still received a few terrifying tokens in my stocking this year. Among them, Michael got me the 2005 movie The Strangers starring Liv Tyler. Michael is a considerable Liv Tyler fan but held off on seeing this particular movie for over a decade because it looked too scary. This gift was thus twofold: he bought me the DVD and, bonus, resolved to watch it with me, despite resisting this action repeatedly over the course of our two plus year relationship. While Michael was terrified throughout the whole film, my feathers remained surprisingly unruffled. I do find the film intriguing, however, for its exploration of senseless human malice.
Some time ago, I started a series called “Point Counterpoint.” In the first installment, Michael and his brother debated one another about the importance of grooming in a zombie apocalypse. The series then waned, as I had difficulty contriving another debatable issue and became interested in other things. Happily, however, “Point Counterpoint” has returned! In this installment, my boyfriend, Michael, of My Comic Relief, explains why he would love to be a ghostbuster and would be ideally suited for it. I then explore the ethics of ghostbusting and why I find the practice problematic. Lend us your thoughts in the comment section!