Aye, we’re segueing into a flashback. I swear, there will be dialogue on the next page, so check back wi’ me on Monday as per le usual.
Also, the DSP page is up to date, now. And I still need another suggestion! I’m up to nine, need just one more, if someone might be so kind? Anyone?
. . . Lordy-loo what a week I have had. I have also learnt something very important, so I do hope you will allow me to wax Aesopian for just a moment. This golden nugget of wisdom simply must be shared for the sake of posterity;
Never watch Hostel.
Now, I do realise that this sort of thing rather goes without saying, that it is more or less another cobblestone in the straight and narrow walkway of human common sense (right next to the ‘Don’t throw eggs’ stone, in fact). Alas, I had to rebel against my default sensibilities and allow myself to be once bitten in order to be twice shy. Or something.
Either way, I don’t mind telling you, I did not sleep well for nearly a week . . . And I enjoy a bit of bloody horror. I own the first three Saw films (have seen five), I adored Pan’s Labyrinth and Black Swan, and yes, I will admit, I still enjoy looking at bits and bats of 300. Not listening to it, mind, nor watching it from beginning to end or, God forbid, THINKING more than a centimetre into it, but there’s no denying they make blood really flippin’ pretty.
. . . Just don’t ask me to attach an actually quite interesting piece of true history to this fannyhammer of cheddar dialogue, frankly insulting messages and silly leather underpants and we’ll be champ. Now, go read ‘Gates Of Fire‘.
ANYHOO. I like the Saw films for their complexity, dramatic irony and for how well-thought out they are (or at least the first film. The first one will always be the most well put together and smartly executed, and therefore the best, in my opinion). As for Pan’s Labyrinth, Black Swan and yes, even bits of 300, I like beauty that has a gritty, visceral quality to it. ::shrug:: I dunno. Maybe I really am a typical ‘dude’ in that sense. Just my personal taste.
As for Hostel, well . . . It just strikes me as violence for the sake of violence and sick, twisted brutality for the sake of shock value, which does nothing for me. It’s torture porn; No greater thought or purpose to carry it. And such things simply do not impress me. What makes me squeamish about it, however, is the simple fact of its senselessness; Jigsaw is methodical in choosing his victims; They had to meet a certain criteria, therefore those who do not meet the criteria are ‘safe’ from him. With Hostel, anything goes. It doesn’t matter who you are, what your circumstances happen to be or how much good or bad you’ve done in the world. Anything goes. There is no seperation between ‘us and them’. And that’s what’s frankly scary.
. . . Good heavens, this blog just turned into a huge, analytical rant about Hostel. Bottom line? I did not like it and it cost me several handfuls of sleep. Boo, say I.
Gonna watch Yellow Submarine the noo, thanks.
P.S. My endless gratitude to lovely K. for listening to me whinge like a wean with a skinned knee, this week. ::snif:: She makes all the monsters under the bed go bye-bye ^_^ ::hearts::