sitges 2009: day 3
On Sunday, 4th October, I woke up relatively early, to go watch another film. Me and Olga prepared some sandwiches (we didn't want to spend more money!!) and went to the train station, were we found Mar. The three of us had tickets for the same film.
This time it was THE CHILDREN, by Tom Shankland.
An average angry teenager soon to be really scared of her lovely, lovely cousins
Film is efective. Scary and most disturbing, it tells the tale of an average english family whose winter hollidays end horribly wrong. I when I say horribly I mean it. You know I like horror films and books and you know I don't get easily disturbed (ok, I avert my eyes in the gory bits but it's not out of fear but out of simpathy), but psichothic children just tick a nerve. The children are all lovely and adorable, which doesn't help a bit. The film touches one of our most basic fears, what if everything we hold pure and good turned suddenly and surprisingly evil? What if we had to fight (and perhaps kill) what our most basic instict tell us to protect?
Yep. That bad. But as I like to be disturbed by fiction (I find it cathartic), I had a great time.
Afterwards we went to the beach (yeah!! The weather was just perfect!) and I swam. Olga and Mar prefered to stay on shore, which was good to me for I had soemone to look after my belongings. So i swan (or rather, walked in the water, it wasn't that deep) for some minutes in clean, warm, transparent waters, amongst little blue fishes and tourists until my parents called. It was probably my last sea splashing of the year, so I'm glad I decided to bring my bikini with me (an to hell with seasons!!)
We had a coffee with them and then headed home, to rest and wait for the next film, which will be tomorrow morning, really early in the morning.
This time it was THE CHILDREN, by Tom Shankland.
An average angry teenager soon to be really scared of her lovely, lovely cousins
Film is efective. Scary and most disturbing, it tells the tale of an average english family whose winter hollidays end horribly wrong. I when I say horribly I mean it. You know I like horror films and books and you know I don't get easily disturbed (ok, I avert my eyes in the gory bits but it's not out of fear but out of simpathy), but psichothic children just tick a nerve. The children are all lovely and adorable, which doesn't help a bit. The film touches one of our most basic fears, what if everything we hold pure and good turned suddenly and surprisingly evil? What if we had to fight (and perhaps kill) what our most basic instict tell us to protect?
Yep. That bad. But as I like to be disturbed by fiction (I find it cathartic), I had a great time.
Afterwards we went to the beach (yeah!! The weather was just perfect!) and I swam. Olga and Mar prefered to stay on shore, which was good to me for I had soemone to look after my belongings. So i swan (or rather, walked in the water, it wasn't that deep) for some minutes in clean, warm, transparent waters, amongst little blue fishes and tourists until my parents called. It was probably my last sea splashing of the year, so I'm glad I decided to bring my bikini with me (an to hell with seasons!!)
We had a coffee with them and then headed home, to rest and wait for the next film, which will be tomorrow morning, really early in the morning.