Aliens of death
I watched the first episode of the new season of Doctor Who earlier today. It’s fantastic; I won’t ruin it for any of you out there but it really is fantastic. I don’t think I was scared at all; which takes me back to the time I watched I Know What You Did Last Summer. Now I’m not really into horror movies at all, but this just happened to be on television at the time so I figured I might as well watch it. I think I was about twelve years old.
I was frightened throughout the whole thing, and it’s not really a movie of blood and gore, but more suspense (at least, as far as I remember). I guess it kept me hooked. I knew the movie was reaching an end but I had my pillow up to my face nearly the entire time. It was literally during the last five seconds of the movie that I got far too scared, and it got too much for me so I had to close my eyes and actually hide behind my pillow.
I’ll spoil it here, seeing as it’s an old film and not one that many people will care about being spoiled. But at the end, the girl is having a shower and she sees a shadow on the glass, as it creeps up closer. On the foggy windows, someone wrote “I know what you did” (or something like that, I honestly don’t remember exactly what it said). At this point I was just so shaken that I couldn’t look. I heard the end of the film, but I never saw it. I heard the girl scream. When I opened my eyes and removed the pillow, the end credits were rolling.
Oh yes, I was pretty furious at myself. I eventually forgot about the movie, nightmares aside. I only remembered last year that I had never properly seen the end. So I looked it up on YouTube, since YouTube has everything, and I watched the end. I don’t know why it scared me so much in the first place.
Which brings me to the general topic of horror films I have seen to date: two and a half.
We’ll get to the half first. I saw half of Tamara, a B-grade film about an intelligent girl interested in witchcraft, who gets killed by some schoolmates and comes back for revenge. Uh, lame. Well, at the time I watched half of it, I was at someone’s house and it just happened to be playing. I couldn’t stand watching it, because of all the blood and gore. Ripping people’s ears off and people eating fingers, and the like.
What I don’t understand is how blood and gore is supposed to equal a scare factor these days. I think it’s just gross. You honestly lack imagination if your screenplay is all about intestines and haemoglobin. I mean, that’s biology for you – and that stuff is supposed to be kept inside the body, thanks.
And the other one? When A Stranger Calls. Believe me, I was scared shitless every time I saw a shadow. When I saw the end of the film, I was beyond disappointed. I wanted to throw something at the screen. It turns out that all the horror films I’ve watched just suck ass.
I used to watch Supernatural, which was definitely more suspense than blood and gore. I don’t know why I stopped. I guess I stopped watching all television at the same time, because I was so scared of keeping up with anything. It kind of drove me crazy, sitting in front of the television at the same time every week. I hated watching shows on-the-fly, I guess.
Before watching Doctor Who today, I was scared to the point where my bones rattled, because I was scared of all that was going to happen. Now I realise it’s not that bad. Heh.