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Recently I posted a review about the Italian horror film Suspiria. That review exposed (in a non gratuitous Boob shot kind of way) how my fetish for horror came to be.
Some of you asked appallingly who would subject me to such things at such a young age, while others began to better understand why I may seem a little “off kilter.”…
I do so love movies with giant bugs. And I love the SciFi channel, much to my husbands dismay (apparently the channel does nothing to stimulate brain activity. Go figure.)
I especially love when the SciFi channel comes out with an “original” movie that portrays giant bugs in such an unrealistic manner that it transcends comedy and borders hysteria. Like it did with their original movie Ice Spiders.
I was hesitant to watch the first Hostel, thinking it may be too much like SAW which I had a real problem with. Too real. Too gross. Too twisted. I prefer my horror to be more unrealistic, less believable, so I can sleep at night. I can handle any possible nightmares of zombies and vampires and werewolves. I cannot handle nightmares of sociopaths wanting to sell my innards on the black market.
Or to kill me for the sheer joy of it. That would suck.
You want blood? It’s in here.
You want gore? Yeh - we got that, too.
You want non-stop zombie action? Then pop this baby into your DVD - it’s guaranteed to satisfy!
