Scariest Fucking Movies I've Ever Watched
28 Days Later, which I watched this evening on DVD, has to be the second scariest fucking movie I have EVER seen. It was so scary it almost beat out the number one slot, which probably will always be, hands down, Boys Don't Cry. BDC was so utterly horrifying I had to watch it in ten minute sections with ten minute breaks inbetween, and only a long time after it actually came out on DVD could I get up the nerve.
Still, second-scariest movie for Sikozu is no small feat. This is the girl who laughed out loud through every scene of the uncut cult gore-fest Dead Alive, which made most people nauseous, and revels in horror-fests like se7en and has been known to start a cheery mood by sticking in Resident Evil during breakfast.
But I was fucking terrified. I couldn't barely watch it. I had to take breaks and breathe and walk and drink tea and play with the cat. It is like food spicy way, way beyond your league: for me, it's a pleasure that has no intestinal side-effects, it's just a question of getting it down, writhing in pain, actually crying and moaning in pain. It's worth it; it's even addictive.
This movie pushed the limits for me, and I love amnesia stories and horror. I can't quantify why: there was something clich� in the "corrupt army post" and the Evil Bad Men, but there was also some remarkably moving moments such as the gas station scene and the London graveyards of the unburied and the delayed-but-inevitability of the rape of the women that was so horrifying to watch.
Let's just say this: there are two alternate endings on this film on the DVD, one of which was the ending, which apparently was fucking dark as Satan's bowels. I can't watch that for a while. I need to roll around in the current ending for a while to ingrain it in my head before I can dare step into such a nightmare. Apparently audiences couldn't handle it; if the rest of the film is good representation of what it must be like I'm scared shitless thinking it's on the disk in my room.
So: watch it. I dare you. Then come talk to me. I love discussing the cultural memes that horror movies, particularly zombie movies, are parasitising: they reflect our own fears and amplify them, which is why we love them. We get to face them. So face the fears and let me know how head-on they are for you. Apparently I'm the intended audience - for one version of the film, anyway.
Still, second-scariest movie for Sikozu is no small feat. This is the girl who laughed out loud through every scene of the uncut cult gore-fest Dead Alive, which made most people nauseous, and revels in horror-fests like se7en and has been known to start a cheery mood by sticking in Resident Evil during breakfast.
But I was fucking terrified. I couldn't barely watch it. I had to take breaks and breathe and walk and drink tea and play with the cat. It is like food spicy way, way beyond your league: for me, it's a pleasure that has no intestinal side-effects, it's just a question of getting it down, writhing in pain, actually crying and moaning in pain. It's worth it; it's even addictive.
This movie pushed the limits for me, and I love amnesia stories and horror. I can't quantify why: there was something clich� in the "corrupt army post" and the Evil Bad Men, but there was also some remarkably moving moments such as the gas station scene and the London graveyards of the unburied and the delayed-but-inevitability of the rape of the women that was so horrifying to watch.
Let's just say this: there are two alternate endings on this film on the DVD, one of which was the ending, which apparently was fucking dark as Satan's bowels. I can't watch that for a while. I need to roll around in the current ending for a while to ingrain it in my head before I can dare step into such a nightmare. Apparently audiences couldn't handle it; if the rest of the film is good representation of what it must be like I'm scared shitless thinking it's on the disk in my room.
So: watch it. I dare you. Then come talk to me. I love discussing the cultural memes that horror movies, particularly zombie movies, are parasitising: they reflect our own fears and amplify them, which is why we love them. We get to face them. So face the fears and let me know how head-on they are for you. Apparently I'm the intended audience - for one version of the film, anyway.
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