man do i love when a movie i remember slapping 10 years ago holds up
really not sure how this claim is controversial — this movie is terrifying, through and through. it's 90 minutes and both times i've watched it's been from behind a blanket while white knuckling the armrest
the babadook operates on dread, not shock — it's not driving you from jumpscare to jumpscare, cycling between rising tension and cheap release — it's doing what i think is far more impressive, maintaining its high level of suspense for the entire runtime
the shots feel off, the camera moves are fucked, the characters don't act right, and there's no bad guy — the horror could come from any location or character, at any time of day or any dead space on the screen. you don't get a break from the feeling of impendingness
every time i watch this i get jumpscared, once, by the same exact moment — the scraping noise the book makes when she stows it on top of the dresser. that moment isn't even scary. but it's jarringly mixed and the fact that it gets me consistently is a testament to how high strung this thing has me at every given moment
and what a beautiful pivot to the film's message! it's maybe well done — like it follows — but i don't really care for it. it's a well made horror movie. i don't care about its metaphor, really, but i like that it exists and doesn't appear to be shoehorned in — it's actually pretty consistent. i like it because it's so scary
a beautiful understanding of craft and what it takes to make horror media
bonus points for being so cheaply made. you could shot on iphone this mf. art is accessible
fuck that kid and that mom. they're acted so well i hate watching them
man do i love when a movie i remember slapping 10 years ago holds up
really not sure how this claim is controversial — this movie is terrifying, through and through. it's 90 minutes and both times i've watched it's been from behind a blanket while white knuckling the armrest
the babadook operates on dread, not shock — it's not driving you from jumpscare to jumpscare, cycling between rising tension and cheap release — it's doing what i think is far more impressive, maintaining its high level of suspense for the entire runtime
the shots feel off, the camera moves are fucked, the characters don't act right, and there's no bad guy — the horror could come from any location or character, at any time of day or any dead space on the screen. you don't get a break from the feeling of impendingness
every time i watch this i get jumpscared, once, by the same exact moment — the scraping noise the book makes when she stows it on top of the dresser. that moment isn't even scary. but it's jarringly mixed and the fact that it gets me consistently is a testament to how high strung this thing has me at every given moment
and what a beautiful pivot to the film's message! it's maybe well done — like it follows — but i don't really care for it. it's a well made horror movie. i don't care about its metaphor, really, but i like that it exists and doesn't appear to be shoehorned in — it's actually pretty consistent. i like it because it's so scary
a beautiful understanding of craft and what it takes to make horror media
bonus points for being so cheaply made. you could shot on iphone this mf. art is accessible
fuck that kid and that mom. they're acted so well i hate watching them
