…when I found a list that’s supposed to be the Ten Best Horror Movies of the Last Ten Years.
And right there in the #1 slot, there’s a French movie, Inside.
And here’s this Horror Movie Reviewer saying,
I pride myself on never covering my eyes during horror movies–I’ve seen it all. Right? Well, I thought I had before Inside. I can vividly remember four moments when I closed my eyelids. Actually covering my face with my hands, though, that only happened once….
So, I saw this film.
And, first, I didn’t close my eyes, far less cover my face, even once. It looked like another day at work, to be honest. I deal with crap like that. (Note for folks coming in late: I’ve been an EMT for the past eighteen years, and before that I was military.)
And, it was silly.
Suppose, just for a moment, that you are a police officer. Your two partners have gone to a house to do a health-and-welfare check on a nice young lady who had reported a prowler earlier in the evening, while you stay back in the car guarding a prisoner. You hear gunfire, and your partners don’t return. You:
(a) Get on the car radio to Dispatch and say, “Officer in distress. I need backup,” or,
(b) Handcuff the prisoner and put him on a leash to take him with you while you go into the house.
Okay, say that you were drunk, stupid, and crazy, and took option (b) above.
Inside the house you find at least four brutally murdered folks, including your two partners, and a heavily pregnant and badly injured young lady who gives you to understand that her attacker is still somewhere in the building. Suddenly, the lights go out!
(a) Say “Bugger all this for a lark,” and get back to your car pronto, there to call Dispatch to say, “Officer down. Send backup. Send EMS. Send SWAT. Send Ghod and the world,” or,
(b) Give the young lady your weapon to protect herself while you go searching for the fuse box in order to get lights back on, while the prisoner holds your flashlight for you.
Option (b) again!
“Facepalm” in not the same as “covering your face.”
No one who sees Inside will ever call it “silly.”
Oops. I just did.