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On a totally random note, can we all just get as excited as Michael Stipe in the “Shiny Happy People” video? I don’t know about you, but I’d really love to be that kind of excited about stuff. …Continue reading →
Strange Children and Haunted Dollhouses: Or, My Attempts to Figure Out What the Hell I Just Watched.
When I was a kid, I had a dollhouse that intrigued me with its detail. I only had sporadic moments of “girliness”, but I did rather enjoy finding tiny furniture for each of the rooms and setting them up. I tried to imagine what sort of little people (or beings) would live in the house (my sister and I also regularly watched a cartoon called The Littles) and what daily routines would carry them from room to room and compel them to utilize the tiny replicas of stoves, beds, tables, etc. That may all sound sound rather benign and typical of a prepubescent girl, but you must not forget I was also a weird kid with a taste for the morbid. As I got older, I would let my mind wander to fancies of the dollhouse coming alive with inhabitants that wouldn’t stay put (I never watched The Amityville Horror…this was from my own imagination). Fast-forward to adulthood when I read an M.R. James story that confirmed to me I wasn’t the only one to ever have “day-mares” of haunted dolls and dollhouses. Maybe it’s a sort of “god-complex” that one has creating a simulated environment in a dollhouse that also leads to the inevitable conclusion that we have no real control over our possessions; that even mere toys we create can turn on us.
On that pleasant note, today’s trailer seems to – I guess – explore the same themes as the James story and my own morbid childhood imagination. We see Toni Collette as a doll (and dollhouse?) maker who is trying to raise her very weird daughter while mourning the death of her mother. She seems to be recreating images from her own life in doll form, maybe as a way to maintain a clearly tenuous grip on her sanity. The movie’s title and a key line in the trailer make me wonder if the “hereditary” trait is madness or evil and if it’s something that grandmother, mother, and daughter all share. Or just the mother. Or just the daughter. No, it seems to be the mother. I honestly have no idea. Milly Shapiro plays the daughter and is a cute kid yet has an old face that’s clearly made up to be even more unsettling. That and her morose stare as she makes clicking noises with her tongue just adds to the uncanniness. My boyfriend and I watched the trailer as part of the previews shown before A Quiet Place, and we pretty much just looked at each other afterward like, “WTF?” Still, don’t let my bemusement turn you off from seeing the film. I won’t. An AV Club review is calling it a “traumatically terrifying horror movie”. I haven’t read the review yet, and I recommend you don’t either until you watch the movie, because kudos to horror movie trailers NOT giving away the whole plot for once.
Sorry about the drop off last week. Easter hit, then I had a few days off, and I needed some time to myself. I’m back and ready to go this week. Despite that the content may be on both sides …Continue reading →
It’s nearly Easter, which means that in a week and a day, HALF PRICED CANDY!!! Happy days are here again! This week, I’m taking a look at some of my own bullshit. Ever have an actor you just …Continue reading →
I have just come back from a glorious vacation in Paris. Yes, Paris! For 10 days I said “fuck it” to my diet, walked over the fabled streets, chateaus, and churches, and bought a beret. I don’t care if only the tourists do it, I looked damned cute in it and just dove headfirst into the Francophile spirit of things. In between mouthfuls of Camembert cheese and baguette, I talked horror movies with our friend and tour guide, and discovered a few gems that I now want to talk about. One is based on a true story of a small-town policeman (gendarme) who was also a serial killer (you’ll need to translate the link into English, by the way). The movie, Next Time I’ll Aim for the Heart (La prochaine fois je viserai le coeur) isn’t anywhere I can watch it, so I saved it on Netflix in case the DVD ever becomes available. The second is a TV series that is available through US Netflix streaming called La Mante (The Mantis). Stephen King raved about it (!!) and I just caught the first episode. I’m hooked. A serial killer collaborates with her policeman son to catch a copycat. I worry that they gave away too much in the first episode, but it seems to be more focused on psychological character studies (because, you know…that’s what the French do). Plus, a fellow horror watcher has confirmed that there is plenty of gore to come and big reveals, so I’m going to tuck in with some cafe and French chocolate and dive back in. Catch you on the flipside, mon petit chou!
Some of the subject matter the past few weeks has been, shall we say, heavy. So it’s time to blow off some steam. Remember how I said that you shouldn’t start ripping on something unless if you’re going to criticize …Continue reading →
I’ll be honest: I’ve got a cottage pie that just came out of the oven, and I’m dying to sear the roof of my mouth shoveling it in. I need it after being reminded that four out of the five …Continue reading →
As many of you know, I dislike DiCaprio. So even though he has his Oscar… fuck it, this is still funny. This week, we’re going to have a conversation about how we react to predators, thanks to Mute. …Continue reading →
The Olympics are upon us again, and while everyone else is busy cheering on their favorites, I’m the asshole that’s giggling at this picture. You really can’t take me anywhere. So this week, Hail to the King day …Continue reading →