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Fine, You Win “The Mist”! Officially Too Scary For Me

TODAY’S BREW: Hazelnut.  No apple juice in it.  Refer to yesterday’s tweet…actual occurrence.

I love horror movies.  I love B-raters, and big screen, I love them all.  (Cannot WAIT for Silent Hill 2, the first of which is possibly my favorite horror movie.)  But this is not about that movie, which I would see over and over again, but about a movie that made me so uncomfortably afraid that I will never see it again.  It joins the league of only one other movie I will never see again…Eraserhead.  The creep factor there is too much, even for me.  No thank you.

I am talking about The Mist, based on the novella by Stephen King.  Now, everybody loves The Shining, and I am no different, though the book is worlds scarier than the movie.  Big fan.  But The Mist packed a punch that I suppose I was not expecting.  It does what Mr. King does best…show the absolute worst of people at the absolute worst of times.  This movie is flawlessly frightening to me.

Based in a small town in Maine, King’s calling card, a severe thunderstorm hits and rips the town to shreds.  Residents flood to a local supermarket that is running on a generator alone, to stock up on supplies.  Once there, they all become trapped by a supernatural mist, rumored to be the product of a government opening of a dimensional portal.  All sorts of terrifying beasties, including giant nasty flying things that smash windows with their freak beaks, live in this mist, cornering people and tearing them limb from limb for all to see.  All in good fun.  But the real horror is what the survivors are driven to do to each other, rather than band together to survive.  A nightmare group of religious fanatics take over the store, accusing and plotting like crazy.  They become the ones to escape, rather than the creatures in the Mist, and it drives some to suicide, others to violence of all extremes.

But it is the end of this movie, which was actually made darker by director Frank Darabont, that literally left me nauseous and crying.  Good show man!  I mean, to darken up a Stephen King work, that is a tall order, and one Frank was not afraid to fill.  That’s high praise.

So, wanna feel sick and cry yourself to sleep speculating “what the hell would I do?”  Go see The Mist.  You might not thank me.


Movies That Freak Kristen Out

Today’s Brew: hot cocoa. It’s a damp, cold, rainy Sunday filled with home improvement projects and football. (Go Patriots!)

I never claimed to be normal. In fact, normal bores me. So would I just give you a regurgitated list of horror movies? Hell no. Scary is all in the eye of the beholder. These are the movies that gave me the willies.

3. An American Werewolf in London

I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to be watching this movie. I used to sit on the edge of my bed as a kid when I couldn’t sleep and watch the TV in the living room. Everyone thought I was asleep, so sometimes there were some interesting things on. Like An American Werewolf in London. This scene scared the hell out of me as a kid. Now that I do makeup for a living, I look at this scene like “Oh, COOL!” squinting at the gore on his neck trying to figure out how they put it all together. As an adult, it’s campy and cute. As a nine year old, holy crap.

2. The Shining

All modern horror/thriller/paranormal writers need to tip their hat to Mr. King. If I ever see him at Fenway Park, I will definitely buy him a beer. As much as his books drew me in when I read them in my teenage years, the movies made from his books have largely missed the mark. I give you IT as an example. However, The Shining is a masterpiece. Jack Nicholson and Shelly Duvall make this movie. There are no guts, no gore, but watching Jack go mad is so convincing that when that cleaver comes through the door, you think he’s really lost it.

1. Willie Wonka and The Chocolate Factory

Shut up. I’m not the only one who found this movie disturbing as a child. This movie is what nightmares are made of. My mom said she thought I’d enjoy it, she sat me down as a kid in front of the TV and went about her business….minutes later I was screaming. That was the end of that. The scene that got me was when Veruca ate the gum that tasted like a roast beef dinner and blew up like a balloon. As an adult, I tried to watch it again with my friend’s daughter. They were in the chocolate canal and the willies returned. I asked Samira, who was probably 8 at the time, if the movie scared her. She thought I was nuts. I’ve still never seen the whole movie and I will never see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Even Johnny Depp can’t make this less terrifying.

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