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sanpaku_backupWe went to see "Blair Witch 2" last night at 9PM. A big mistake. I don't know what it is about movies. Even though I am a cynical person who can see every trick being played in a movie, I find that there are not a lot of flicks I see in a theater that don't get me on some level. In this case while the movie was kind of incoherent and flawed in some ways, it had certain parts of it that absolutely scared the hell out of me. Not so much at the time, but when we came home and I was trying to fall asleep there were a couple of parts in particular, toward the end of the movie, that kept racing around in the brain.
Not to give away the "plot" of the movie. I'm trying to figure out what it was about these montages that got to me. I have a film director friend who likes to talk about how if film directors would not cut back and forth between showing scenes of sex and violence, they would not trigger pscyhologically disturbed individuals to do horrible things. This part of the movie, I think, really screwed up my head in part because it combined those two elements back and forth in a dreamlike way that, as I said, just screwed up my head. It was a very effective nightmarish feeling.
Most people seem bored with this kind of thing. I heard a kid as we were leaving tell his parents that he was disappointed because it wasn't scary enough. So maybe it is just the fact that, as I said, movies make an impression on me; I buy into them.
Another thing was that I was not expecting it to have any effect on me at all. Everyone was saying that it was not as good as the first Blair Witch. It certainly was a different kind of film, but on balance I think they did pretty well in playing with the world they have constructed there. The first Blair Witch scared me a bit but didn't stay with me as much as this one did. I think the filmmakers figured out in both films how to tap into something primal that would screw people up. In the first one-- those handprints on the wall. How could you not be a it freaked out by that? It was just something that you saw and played back in your mind over and over again, trying to figure out or make sense of. I'm a sucker for that sort of thing.
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We went to explore a bit of Boston today. The North End and Castle Island. The North End is definitely the sort of place I hoped we would be going to-- very nice Little Italy with a cafe on every corner and old buildings. But as usual with Boston there is no parking anywhere and we like taking our dog with us on our trips. Also we need to get in the car to get to the T so there's a disincentive to take it-- it feels like more of a schlep. So far that's been the story with Boston: nice in theory, but you'd need a lot of money and patience to really enjoy what it has to offer.
My in-laws are having Thanksgiving at our house. Should be a fun adventure.
Not to give away the "plot" of the movie. I'm trying to figure out what it was about these montages that got to me. I have a film director friend who likes to talk about how if film directors would not cut back and forth between showing scenes of sex and violence, they would not trigger pscyhologically disturbed individuals to do horrible things. This part of the movie, I think, really screwed up my head in part because it combined those two elements back and forth in a dreamlike way that, as I said, just screwed up my head. It was a very effective nightmarish feeling.
Most people seem bored with this kind of thing. I heard a kid as we were leaving tell his parents that he was disappointed because it wasn't scary enough. So maybe it is just the fact that, as I said, movies make an impression on me; I buy into them.
Another thing was that I was not expecting it to have any effect on me at all. Everyone was saying that it was not as good as the first Blair Witch. It certainly was a different kind of film, but on balance I think they did pretty well in playing with the world they have constructed there. The first Blair Witch scared me a bit but didn't stay with me as much as this one did. I think the filmmakers figured out in both films how to tap into something primal that would screw people up. In the first one-- those handprints on the wall. How could you not be a it freaked out by that? It was just something that you saw and played back in your mind over and over again, trying to figure out or make sense of. I'm a sucker for that sort of thing.
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We went to explore a bit of Boston today. The North End and Castle Island. The North End is definitely the sort of place I hoped we would be going to-- very nice Little Italy with a cafe on every corner and old buildings. But as usual with Boston there is no parking anywhere and we like taking our dog with us on our trips. Also we need to get in the car to get to the T so there's a disincentive to take it-- it feels like more of a schlep. So far that's been the story with Boston: nice in theory, but you'd need a lot of money and patience to really enjoy what it has to offer.
My in-laws are having Thanksgiving at our house. Should be a fun adventure.
