Apr
It was a calm Sunday evening. With no big plans or big expectations, merely a waiting room for an inexorable Monday. A day in which a simple visit to the cinema sounded like a plan, or at least, like a way to comfortably surf the remaining hours.
The movie? The Unborn (2009). The experience? Let me explain you:
Besides porn and horror, I can’t recall another film genre with such bad stories, unconvincing acting and bad music. It doesn’t matter how much they spend on special effects, how much computer-generated imagery has evolved or how pretty or blond the porn-star is, both genres are an ode to “bad taste”.
Now think about all the horror films you watched since the mid-nineties. Can you remember something relevant about them? Surely nothing with the exception of a blurry memory of hot chicks and mildly erotic scenes. Yeah! of course there are some interesting and thrilling horror films. And, sure thing! Odette Yustman looks hot in sleepwear.
So, are horror movies an excuse to soft-core pornography? Did Victor Salva think: Jeepers Creepers is such a good movie that it’s going to make of this world a better place? I’m not sure but, why not? Possibly, he was aware that this kind of movies work better as mood setters than as cinematographic pieces, and what he wants you to do with his films is to invite your current affair to your house, put on the DVD, relax and let your witty movements and fearless strategy make you become the movie hero.
However a call from you saying: “My parent’s aren’t home. Want to see The Texas Chainsaw Massacre tonight?” can only have one signified.
PS: The illustration is supposed to be a disappointed phantom.
