Oh Dear God No!
I'm going to mention a movie that some of you may have seen. However, I'm not going to describe it, not even a little tiny bit. It's not that I don't want to ruin it for people who haven't seen it. It's more about my not wanting to throw up.
So, Saturday night was the Hunter game. (It's a role-playing game, in the same system as Changeling and another one I'm-a start up with soon, Werewolf.) At the Hunter game, the guy who hosts and runs the festivities had also cooked dinner for everyone. We had a great time. There were a lot of dick jokes. They don't have anything to do with the game itself, but they were funny.
After the game, a couple of the folks I know primarily through gaming invited us over to watch a horror movie at their place. I had picked up Warren and his sister for the game, and had to drop her off first, but Warren and I headed to their place for the movie. I'd never been to their house before, and it was pretty cool. Fun Halloween decorations, three cats and a dog, all friendly and pleasant. Then, they put in the movie, and we all settled in to watch Human Centipede.
Warren is squeamish about blood and needles. I can't watch someone getting a shot in a movie, but most horror movie blood and gore does not bother me. It wasn't the blood in the movie that got me though, and really, there wasn't much blood and gore. It was the other stuff that got me. Sure, it was psychologically horrifying, but I've seen movies like that before too. I usually like a good mindfuck in a movie. This was so much more than that. It wasn't the chilling main character or his obviously psychotic personality that got me either. It was the...other stuff.
I actually can't describe what I'm talking about. If I do, I will begin gagging. It will escalate to retching, and then possibly to a full-blown vomit emergency. During the film, Warren and I spent many minutes cringing and hugging each other, not looking at the screen but knowing what was going on anyway, and both of us did a LOT of gagging and retching. We had to pause the movie twice so our hosts could step out to smoke, but I believe it was more for our benefit. A little fresh air, a little fluffy smiling dog to pet, and we were ready to wade back into the movie. It didn't make it any easier to survive the movie though, and I actually had to form a plan of escape in case I had to puke. The front door was open for a while to let in the nice night air, and I figured on heading out to the lawn if things got really sickening. Later, the door was closed, and my plan had to be modified to running down the hall to the bathroom.
After the movie was over, we watched a little bit of a Taboo episode, to try to erase the horrors of the movie. We hung out for a while, but around 2:30am or thereabouts, it was time to head home. I had to drive Warren home and then head back to my place, across town. And in the car, the entire time we were on the way to his apartment, Warren's favorite thing to do was talk about the movie and make me gag. That's right, after the movie was over, all it took was a mention of what happened to get me going again. However, it got worse after he'd gone inside and I was all alone in the car. I had to crank up the radio and sing along, and try not to think about what happened in the movie. It is very difficult to try to convince yourself not to think of a thing. It would float across my consciousness and I'd gag, and then I'd be thinking about it and I'd gag again and have to cover my mouth in fear of a vomit fountain, and then I'd get it together a little and throw myself into the song, and it only helped a little. Kept gagging for the entire drive home.
When I got home, I put a little bit of food in my stomach, and that helped. Mostly it was the stomach acid getting so riled up by the movie that it began digesting my insides. Once I gave it something to do, it calmed down a bit and I was able to sleep nightmare-free.
So, I'm actually glad I went over there and saw that movie. I have not had a movie give me a physical reaction like that in a long time. I saw The Strangers in theatres, by myself, and it was a huge mistake to go alone. However, that was because of the fear and psychological horror of the movie. It was filled with blood and gore, and it was a little sick, but that stuff usually doesn't get me so badly. Human Centipede is the most disgusting movie I've ever seen. I don't gag unless there's a very good reason. And it wasn't just gagging, it was retching, as if I'd just woken up out of a tequila-induced blackout. Bile came up higher than I normally like it.
So, yeah, watch Human Centipede everyone. Make sure you have a trash can with a clean liner in it handy, along with lots of water and paper towels, and maybe something else to look at during some of the parts.
So, Saturday night was the Hunter game. (It's a role-playing game, in the same system as Changeling and another one I'm-a start up with soon, Werewolf.) At the Hunter game, the guy who hosts and runs the festivities had also cooked dinner for everyone. We had a great time. There were a lot of dick jokes. They don't have anything to do with the game itself, but they were funny.
After the game, a couple of the folks I know primarily through gaming invited us over to watch a horror movie at their place. I had picked up Warren and his sister for the game, and had to drop her off first, but Warren and I headed to their place for the movie. I'd never been to their house before, and it was pretty cool. Fun Halloween decorations, three cats and a dog, all friendly and pleasant. Then, they put in the movie, and we all settled in to watch Human Centipede.
Warren is squeamish about blood and needles. I can't watch someone getting a shot in a movie, but most horror movie blood and gore does not bother me. It wasn't the blood in the movie that got me though, and really, there wasn't much blood and gore. It was the other stuff that got me. Sure, it was psychologically horrifying, but I've seen movies like that before too. I usually like a good mindfuck in a movie. This was so much more than that. It wasn't the chilling main character or his obviously psychotic personality that got me either. It was the...other stuff.
I actually can't describe what I'm talking about. If I do, I will begin gagging. It will escalate to retching, and then possibly to a full-blown vomit emergency. During the film, Warren and I spent many minutes cringing and hugging each other, not looking at the screen but knowing what was going on anyway, and both of us did a LOT of gagging and retching. We had to pause the movie twice so our hosts could step out to smoke, but I believe it was more for our benefit. A little fresh air, a little fluffy smiling dog to pet, and we were ready to wade back into the movie. It didn't make it any easier to survive the movie though, and I actually had to form a plan of escape in case I had to puke. The front door was open for a while to let in the nice night air, and I figured on heading out to the lawn if things got really sickening. Later, the door was closed, and my plan had to be modified to running down the hall to the bathroom.
After the movie was over, we watched a little bit of a Taboo episode, to try to erase the horrors of the movie. We hung out for a while, but around 2:30am or thereabouts, it was time to head home. I had to drive Warren home and then head back to my place, across town. And in the car, the entire time we were on the way to his apartment, Warren's favorite thing to do was talk about the movie and make me gag. That's right, after the movie was over, all it took was a mention of what happened to get me going again. However, it got worse after he'd gone inside and I was all alone in the car. I had to crank up the radio and sing along, and try not to think about what happened in the movie. It is very difficult to try to convince yourself not to think of a thing. It would float across my consciousness and I'd gag, and then I'd be thinking about it and I'd gag again and have to cover my mouth in fear of a vomit fountain, and then I'd get it together a little and throw myself into the song, and it only helped a little. Kept gagging for the entire drive home.
When I got home, I put a little bit of food in my stomach, and that helped. Mostly it was the stomach acid getting so riled up by the movie that it began digesting my insides. Once I gave it something to do, it calmed down a bit and I was able to sleep nightmare-free.
So, I'm actually glad I went over there and saw that movie. I have not had a movie give me a physical reaction like that in a long time. I saw The Strangers in theatres, by myself, and it was a huge mistake to go alone. However, that was because of the fear and psychological horror of the movie. It was filled with blood and gore, and it was a little sick, but that stuff usually doesn't get me so badly. Human Centipede is the most disgusting movie I've ever seen. I don't gag unless there's a very good reason. And it wasn't just gagging, it was retching, as if I'd just woken up out of a tequila-induced blackout. Bile came up higher than I normally like it.
So, yeah, watch Human Centipede everyone. Make sure you have a trash can with a clean liner in it handy, along with lots of water and paper towels, and maybe something else to look at during some of the parts.