I want the ocean right now, I guess I'm so jealous.
I think I'm completely addicted to gory horror films and that most of them have ceased to phase me. Julia and I watched The Hills Have Eyes on Friday night, and during the scene where Emile de Ravin is being raped, Julia got really heated and mad. She was kind of yelling at the screen, telling the girl to do something to stop what was happening, and I think it was motivated by the fact that the scene made her uncomfortable.
I didn't bat an eye.
I guess I've seen that film numerous times, so it didn't really bother me. Maybe because in my mind, I sort of disconnected from the movie. Instead of thinking about what was happening on screen, I thought of how the scene must have been staged on the lot, wondered what the mood on set was like when they shot it.
Earlier, back home in my own space, I watched Saw IV, and the brief snippets of Ivan's snuff film/rape video made me recoil. I think it was what he said to the woman on the tape. For whatever reason, that scene made me feel icky, even though I really enjoyed the movie on the whole, particularly Lyriq Bent and Scott Patterson. I read that Patterson improvised a lot on set, and the director referred to him as "brilliant," which makes me love him even more.
The Saw films have really grown on me. I thought the original was inventive, the second was a load of crap, and the third had really brilliant interaction between Shawnee Smith and Tobin Bell. Amanda and Jigsaw's relationship elevated it beyond torture porn, I thought, and the ending made me very sad. I think I just relate very well to Amanda, aside from her drug use. Lately, sometimes I feel so wounded the way she does, but I'm still striving to hold my head above the water. I took a university survey today that "diagnosed" me with depression and bulimia, which I don't necessarily agree with, but it's interesting to think about. If anything, it sort of reinforces that connection I feel to Amanda, us being kindred spirits after falling into sad traps. Granted, I don't plan on creating elaborate traps to kill people, but I still identify with her.
I didn't bat an eye.
I guess I've seen that film numerous times, so it didn't really bother me. Maybe because in my mind, I sort of disconnected from the movie. Instead of thinking about what was happening on screen, I thought of how the scene must have been staged on the lot, wondered what the mood on set was like when they shot it.
Earlier, back home in my own space, I watched Saw IV, and the brief snippets of Ivan's snuff film/rape video made me recoil. I think it was what he said to the woman on the tape. For whatever reason, that scene made me feel icky, even though I really enjoyed the movie on the whole, particularly Lyriq Bent and Scott Patterson. I read that Patterson improvised a lot on set, and the director referred to him as "brilliant," which makes me love him even more.
The Saw films have really grown on me. I thought the original was inventive, the second was a load of crap, and the third had really brilliant interaction between Shawnee Smith and Tobin Bell. Amanda and Jigsaw's relationship elevated it beyond torture porn, I thought, and the ending made me very sad. I think I just relate very well to Amanda, aside from her drug use. Lately, sometimes I feel so wounded the way she does, but I'm still striving to hold my head above the water. I took a university survey today that "diagnosed" me with depression and bulimia, which I don't necessarily agree with, but it's interesting to think about. If anything, it sort of reinforces that connection I feel to Amanda, us being kindred spirits after falling into sad traps. Granted, I don't plan on creating elaborate traps to kill people, but I still identify with her.