I am pressed for time. I have a lot of work, a lot of prep, and a lot of deadlines coming up.
Which is to say I will be watching a lot of movies. I will make time for a few TV shows like say: Project Runway, The Rachel Zoe Project, South Park, Pushing Daisies and Hell’s Kitchen.
But the thing I am most excited about are the horror movies. I have a lot of movies lined up on my Netflix queue.
Gotta admit I’m kind of scared.
I like horror movies. I prefer to rewatch the classics for Halloween but…I am a little terrified of foreign films.
American horror movies are predictable. For me I can glean very little enjoyment out of American films. Its the foreign films that scare the crap out of me.
I think the loss in translation has little to do with it. Truly successful horror movies…could scare you without dialogue…so I would say that foreign filmmakers are fearless when it comes to what is put on screen.
For now I want to focus on one of my few favorite American thrillers:
The movie was not what I thought. The director’s, Coen brothers, have a special place in my heart. They carve out humor in the most surprising places and they can build terror into the mundane of settings.
This film was for me reminiscent of Hitchcock. What startled me is how realistic it felt.
The characters in this movie are ordinary and without charm. Initially I could not relate to them. There is a catalyst. And one character has to make a difficult choice.
What happens in the aftermath is pure chaos.
It is a truly bittersweet journey to the end of the movie.
I could not help but think that this film was most disturbing because it feels as though it could happen now. It is as though you read about this same incident in a newspaper.