I watched "It" the weekend that passed and it really was just as scary and disturbing as I remember it being. I love when what I enjoyed in the past doesn't disappoint what I enjoy as an adult. (like the barbie phenomenon, why?)
For those of you who don't know what 'it ', is about:
There are the lucky seven whom would have been considered the losers, every minority represented, the stutterer, the asthmatic, the girl with daddies issues, the fat boy, the black guy, the Jew , the funny guy and the scary cat.
The is an evil, older than time, well human time at least who hibernates and every twenty seven years feeds on children. It uses it's higher level technology, since it's an alien life source, and eons ahead of us, to project itself in the from of a clown into children's worlds, and tricks them through their fears.
It's brilliant, I didn't quite understand all of it as a child but it's still scared the bajeebers out of me. And now that I know what it's about, it's even more kick ass.
It's disturbing, and I think that is what horror movies now a days lack, the freakishly scary and disturbing images that is considered so wrong even though our movies are less sensored. I mean take that, "paranormal activity" movie, yeah the idea of a documentary type thing is cool, but they rely on scare tactics.
I think something is not scary cause you jump out of your seat and shout and skrik it's more when it infringes on what you believe is true.
Take my favorite movie of all time, "Rosemary's baby" (hold your comments please), but it's not particularly scary, well aside from the rape/Sex scene. But it's just an ordinary girl, who meets these harmless old neighbors. It's about betrayal and trust being broken by people you trust.
The thing is the greatest evil that exists is human beings. It's not some spook and supernatural activity, it's what people are doing and their own selfish agendas.
And that can be seen in " it" as well. Adults see what happens but keep their eyes closed.
I guess it's like that saying, "evil grows when good people do nothing".
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Friday, March 02, 2012
The profoundness
I really don't need to be liked you know?
Do you think this is for you when I was ten and needed your approval, well? Sorry to disappoint you but I don't and the thing is up until now when I am nearing a three decade existence do I realize I can actually say it, and action it.
There is like an obsession a need to be liked! What is this need I ask? It feels as if without it, you cannot breath and should not exist. This compulsion to please like an addiction without the judgment. Sometimes, it feels like you have nothing else to teach me. That gets lonely so I try to disguise the space between us with laughter and play things. But even that feels like a guilty pleasure.
It's almost as if feling guilty is what you want me to feel, with this endless , unfulfilled need of trying to fill the emptiness, a void that has been avoided for so long.
The thing is I just don't need to be liked! I dont want to need to do that all the time so much so that its all that I do. That I forget who I am all about, lost in that constant nagging nice train.
Do you think this is for you when I was ten and needed your approval, well? Sorry to disappoint you but I don't and the thing is up until now when I am nearing a three decade existence do I realize I can actually say it, and action it.
There is like an obsession a need to be liked! What is this need I ask? It feels as if without it, you cannot breath and should not exist. This compulsion to please like an addiction without the judgment. Sometimes, it feels like you have nothing else to teach me. That gets lonely so I try to disguise the space between us with laughter and play things. But even that feels like a guilty pleasure.
It's almost as if feling guilty is what you want me to feel, with this endless , unfulfilled need of trying to fill the emptiness, a void that has been avoided for so long.
The thing is I just don't need to be liked! I dont want to need to do that all the time so much so that its all that I do. That I forget who I am all about, lost in that constant nagging nice train.
The profoundness
I really don't need to be liked you know?
Do you think this is for you when I was ten and needed your approval, well? Sorry to disappoint you but I don't and the thing is up until now when I am nearing a three decade existence do I realize I can actually say it, and action it.
There is like an obsession a need to be liked! What is this need I ask? It feels as if without it, you cannot breath and should not exist. This compulsion to please like an addiction without the judgment. Sometimes, it feels like you have nothing else to teach me. That gets lonely so I try to disguise the space between us with laughter and play things. But even that feels like a guilty pleasure.
It's almost as if feling guilty is what you want me to feel, with this endless , unfulfilled need of trying to fill the emptiness, a void that has been avoided for so long.
The thing is I just don't need to be liked! I dont want to need to do that all the time so much so that its all that I do. That I forget who I am all about, lost in that constant nagging nice train.
Do you think this is for you when I was ten and needed your approval, well? Sorry to disappoint you but I don't and the thing is up until now when I am nearing a three decade existence do I realize I can actually say it, and action it.
There is like an obsession a need to be liked! What is this need I ask? It feels as if without it, you cannot breath and should not exist. This compulsion to please like an addiction without the judgment. Sometimes, it feels like you have nothing else to teach me. That gets lonely so I try to disguise the space between us with laughter and play things. But even that feels like a guilty pleasure.
It's almost as if feling guilty is what you want me to feel, with this endless , unfulfilled need of trying to fill the emptiness, a void that has been avoided for so long.
The thing is I just don't need to be liked! I dont want to need to do that all the time so much so that its all that I do. That I forget who I am all about, lost in that constant nagging nice train.
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