reincarnated
today, the world's two biggest chickens (namely calvin and i :p) and friend (i can't spell his name so i don't really feel like butchering it to death, sorry! ;/) went to watch takashi shimizu's reincarnation (rinne) -_- yes, the very same director who orchestrated and basked in the whole circus of ju-on/grudge fame.
reincarnation is basically about a film crew remaking a tragedy that happened some few years back which involved a mad doctor killing people off in some godforsakenly isolated hotel up in the mountains. shoot begins, funky stuff happen and we get to see the infamous little female child ghost (in long black hair of course) EVERY j-horror movie must have.
in all, the movie sucked.
S U C K E D.
as calvin so delicately put it, our iqs dropped marginally after sitting through 95 minutes of (massive random spoilers ahead, don't read if you're planning on, for any reason at all, watching this show sometime in the near future) cheap thrills, a looping theme song, a non-believable and unforgivingly UGLY doll, resident evil zombie wannabes and a pseudo sixth sense-ish ending ;/
don't get me wrong, ju-on and its american evil twin scared me shitless... enough to cause hyperventilation, re-affirmation of faith in the church at sonic speed and possibly an instant coma if the day comes that i will be ever so unlucky as to meet up with a certain lady in white crawling down my stairs -_-
shivering as i walked into the theatre, i sat down expecting the same dosage of chilling uneasiness ala ju-on that would linger on even once after the movie was over...
SUCH a disappointment.
well, to be honest, the concepts of reincarnation, dormant memories and lost/old souls are very fascinating... do you ever wonder? if you were someone else in the past? ^^; what happens if you recall a set of memories that aren't yours? hmm.
i suppose there was some sort of cruel intellectual ethics lesson to be learnt in the movie, especially once towards the end, the sole survivor (of the "actual" murders) more or less mentioned that the doctor basically gutted everyone like squealing pigs as an "experiment" O.o shame on you scientists and the lengths you'd go to in the pursuit of knowledge! :P
anyway, but when the lead actress goes into a state of mindfuck and everyone does the whole cgi morph effect into their former selves AND their broken limbs start shaming jim henson and his puppet masters, there is something REALLY WRONG with the show.
the only cheap thrill that came out of this movie was the distorted and horrific looking doll.
how on mother nature's green earth could you possibly get something like that for you kid?
seriously.
at least the doll in "the doll master" by yong-ki jeong was more believably as something you'd actually want your kid to hold at night and cuddle to sleep with O.o granted the doll master wasn't THAT great... >.> but it left enough of an impression for me to have an overwhelming urge to STAB anyone who thinks having an attic full of dolls is a fantastic idea.
i thought the stop-motion effect was pretty terrible towards the end, but fuck i don't EVER want to see that anywhere else other than on-screen.
sigh, we should've watched ice age 2 instead and everyone would've gone home happy and satisfied with a sufficient dosage of family-fun humor!
tomorrow is always another night :P
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It's tough. Everyone here just wants to Salsa. I won't disagree that Salsa is one hell of an enticing dance, but the shallow-minded fucks here are too busy worried about how good they look (or how good their partner make them look etc etc) instead of actually dancing and having fun. Boys, you know you're one of the shallow assholes if you've only asked a girl to dance because she's hot (even though she's got two left feet) and you ask the butt ugly/average-looking ones to dance ONLY if they're damn good at what they do... then honestly, you don't really deserve to dance, period.
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Hmm jap horror movies, all I have to say is, FUCK NO! I am sick of scaring the fuck out of myself everytime when I need to take a leak during midnight. Its like you know...you enter the toilet..ohh geeeee ohh gee should I look into the mirror, gotta wash my hands though, aowwhh shiet. Fuck it, scramble for the bed now! Still feeling it, pop on the christian songs.....works for me allllllllllllllllllllllll the time.
What if a hot date decides to catch a horror movie with me? Yeaahh rite, she can lean on someone elses shoulder for all i care. I rather catch Narnia and go back happily ever after.