Torchwood: Children of Earth
Anyone who knows me would be surprised at the vitriolic blue-streak profanity that I spent the last five or so minutes spewing. A scant handful of people who know me REALLY WELL might not be. My temper rarely shows, but it *is* cliche red-head. Due to technical issues I missed the last ten minutes of day four. Yes, I will see it tomorrow. NO, I DO NOT WANT TO WAIT. Patience is NOT. my. strong. suit.
That being said, this episode has reminded me that the only true horror, the kind that buries itself deep inside your psyche, the kind your higher brain functions gloss over because it's too horrific to acknowledge comes not from aliens or threats or death but from humans being who and what they are.
A scene wherein government officials calmly discuss the criteria for culling their country's children by 10% so that everyone they care about would be spared and those not meeting their standards of conformity would be taken, with ruthless rationality, step by bloody step, is indeed the stuff of nightmares because of it's very plausibility.
My hand over my mouth, pressed back into the couch, eyes wide and head shaking in denial-- in that moment Torchwood truly became a horror story for me.
That being said, this episode has reminded me that the only true horror, the kind that buries itself deep inside your psyche, the kind your higher brain functions gloss over because it's too horrific to acknowledge comes not from aliens or threats or death but from humans being who and what they are.
A scene wherein government officials calmly discuss the criteria for culling their country's children by 10% so that everyone they care about would be spared and those not meeting their standards of conformity would be taken, with ruthless rationality, step by bloody step, is indeed the stuff of nightmares because of it's very plausibility.
My hand over my mouth, pressed back into the couch, eyes wide and head shaking in denial-- in that moment Torchwood truly became a horror story for me.