Tuesday, March 17, 2009
The Last House on the Left
I can't handle scary movies. I refuse to lose precious sleep because of them and I'm even less inclined to watch one when I have to sleep alone. Which is why after Anonymous invited me to see The Last House on the Left last Friday, my immediate response was "I'll pass."
Two days later, she calls:
Her: Hey, do you want to go see The Last House on the Left?
Me: Que no!!
Her: Aww come on! It's not scary at all. It's actually from the creators of Disney!
Me: You liar!
And yet there I was five hours later sitting in the theater, my anxiety skyrocketing and eeeking like a little school girl. But even though I kept hiding my face in Anonymous' friend's arm throughout the movie (kudos to her for inviting a guy and making him sit between us), I have to say the movie needs improvement.
The first half felt so dragged out, I just wanted someone to come and put me out of my misery. Or at least put the main character out of hers. I even yawned when I looked at the time and slumped in my chair when I saw we were only an hour in.
Then there was the overly gruesome bodily harm. Some scenes were so uncomfortable and sickening to watch (and of course those were the ones they had to show in great detail) that if I wasn't squirming in my seat, I was peeking at the screen through my fingers. The pace and the gore definitely picked up in the second half, but in the end I still had unanswered questions (like whatever happened to her brother).
All in all, I guess it wasn't so bad. Maybe I'm saying that because I survived the ordeal (and yes, to me scary movies are an ordeal that must be survived). Or maybe it's because I was just happy it wasn't one of those psychologically twisted films that creep into your head and screw with your mind for life. Nope, I didn't need to call my dear friend at two in the morning freaking out because I couldn't sleep. I hope she's still counting her blessings.
The Last House on the Left: 2.5/5 Toasties
So do you love scary movies? Or are you like me: a total scaredy-cat who's not afraid to admit it?