You might have noticed that there is a distinct lack of horror movie reviews so far through this whole mess. Lots of beer reviews and rambling thoughts and plans of what is to come. But there are no movie reviews.
Which is weird, for me. I’d have to say that one of my primary activities during this season is to watch lots of horror movies. I soak them in and they transport me to the place I need to be to properly enjoy Halloween. Zombies, vampires, werewolves, Jason and Freddy; this is what you need to truly get into the spooky spirit.
But…I haven’t felt it. Yet. I haven’t really felt that deep-seated…joy yet. The season hasn’t started. It’s still just…Fall.
There is…something missing….but I don’t know what it is…
I finished watching Antichrist and, as promised, here’s the second and last part of my review.
After I finished watching it, I needed a hug. It’s an emotionally draining movie; filled with disturbing images and grotesque elements. It depicted vile things and at the end, I wasn’t entirely sure what I had seen. I don’t think I’ll ever watch it again and I doubt I’ll ever be able to recommend it to anyone.
In spite of that and because of that, I’m more than willing to say that this is one of the best horror movies to be made in the last fifteen years. It went to the very limited of my comfort zones and stayed there for the duration of the movie. At no point was I ever relaxed or settling back down. It ratcheted up the tension and kept it here and didn’t allow for a moment of respite.
It’s moments like this that I long for when I watch horror movies. I want to be uncomfortable. I want to be on edge. I want to be swept up in a tide of relentless energy.
It’s movies like Antichrist that give me hope that the genre will not be completely lost in a sea of senseless sequels and gratuitous violence. There is hope that people can go to the movies and experience true fear. Because if we cannot be scared in a theater, that leaves us precious few options.