"28 Weeks Later"
[Grossness warning.]
I just saw the movie 28 Weeks Later. Yay for free LSC screenings; not yay for ridiculously scary, chair-arms-attempting-to-grab, eyes-really-wanting-to-shut, ears-regrettably-unable-to-shut movies. The makers of that movie have got both their heart-thumping-OMG-AAAAA-RUN!!! horror and their visceral eeeeaaaalllgggghh-walking-over-dead-bodies-in-near-total-darkness horror down cold. (They're missing the chilling-ominous-wrath-of-the-dead horror and the cosmic-non-Euclidean horror, but those aren't really applicable to a pseudo-realistic epidemic movie.)
Horror movies are not fun. When will I finally learn this for real? I stayed partly to see how it ended (not just in the sense of `what happened'), and partly to make myself bear it. Dunno if there'll be night scares (I usually don't get nightmares, I just lie awake imagining that Things Are Coming To Get Me.) At least it's not like after I saw The Ring, because Sadako and ominous phones and TVs and videos are things you can see (or imagine) anywhere. Roaring screaming blood-vomiting insane zombies are a little harder to imagine sneaking up behind you.
At least it was free. I'd be really annoyed if I'd paid to see it.
I'm annoyed that the `rage virus' is basically a cheap excuse to have zombies, though. I mean, even Ebola isn't that exciting. Ebola victims don't melt or vomit blood -- usually they just sit there, maybe getting red spots on their skin or blood in their gums. Then they die of vital organ failure, not dissolving into a puddle of gore.
In other news, I don't plan to aim for a career in surgery anytime soon, but I do for some reason enjoy reading about ridiculously virulent germs, and horrible viral hemorrhagic fevers, and awful birth defects. They're just interesting.
I just saw the movie 28 Weeks Later. Yay for free LSC screenings; not yay for ridiculously scary, chair-arms-attempting-to-grab, eyes-really-wanting-to-shut, ears-regrettably-unable-to-shut movies. The makers of that movie have got both their heart-thumping-OMG-AAAAA-RUN!!! horror and their visceral eeeeaaaalllgggghh-walking-over-dead-bodies-in-near-total-darkness horror down cold. (They're missing the chilling-ominous-wrath-of-the-dead horror and the cosmic-non-Euclidean horror, but those aren't really applicable to a pseudo-realistic epidemic movie.)
Horror movies are not fun. When will I finally learn this for real? I stayed partly to see how it ended (not just in the sense of `what happened'), and partly to make myself bear it. Dunno if there'll be night scares (I usually don't get nightmares, I just lie awake imagining that Things Are Coming To Get Me.) At least it's not like after I saw The Ring, because Sadako and ominous phones and TVs and videos are things you can see (or imagine) anywhere. Roaring screaming blood-vomiting insane zombies are a little harder to imagine sneaking up behind you.
At least it was free. I'd be really annoyed if I'd paid to see it.
I'm annoyed that the `rage virus' is basically a cheap excuse to have zombies, though. I mean, even Ebola isn't that exciting. Ebola victims don't melt or vomit blood -- usually they just sit there, maybe getting red spots on their skin or blood in their gums. Then they die of vital organ failure, not dissolving into a puddle of gore.
In other news, I don't plan to aim for a career in surgery anytime soon, but I do for some reason enjoy reading about ridiculously virulent germs, and horrible viral hemorrhagic fevers, and awful birth defects. They're just interesting.