Sinister Made Me Do It

Original Post Date: 01.30.17

If you have not watched Sinister (2012) there are two things I need to tell you right now. One, you are a lucky bastard and I envy you (I would pay a small amount of money to be able to experience again the fear from when I first watched it). And two, this post will have mild spoilers so you better not continue reading and instead go watch it and call it a day (listen, I tell you this because I care).

Now, as for the rest of us, let’s relive the dark phenomenon that was Sinister.

For me, it all began last summer when I attended a seminar at ScareLA called “The Anticipation of Fear” by speaker Marc Straight, composer, sound designer, and creative director at Bad Jack Productions. Marc provided examples of horror movies and video games that made good use of music, lighting, and repetition, all to achieve the perfect scare for the audience. The movie Sinister was one of those examples; I was impressed, so I immediately wrote down SINISTER!! on my notebook, but then life happened and completely forgot to look into the film.

Fast forward to two days ago—Friday night—when my husband and I were browsing Netflix (below photo evidence of the momentous occasion lol) and stumbled upon Sinister, the Sinister. Long story short, I absolutely loved it and actually rewatched it a day ago—Saturday night—and purchased the DVD copy as well as the soundtrack. You could say Sinister hit me hard and made me lose my mind… yes… Sinister made me do it.

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In my lifetime, there have been two movies which have truly scared me. I am talking about having physical reactions of fear such as sweaty palms, increased heart rate, muscle tension, alertness, etc. Ju-on (the original from Japan) was my first one; I watched it alone at night, in the dark, sitting on the bed, holding my knees close to my chest, both arms sore by the end of it. And Sinister was the second one; I watched it with my husband at night, in the dark, on the couch, holding hands whenever I sensed something bad was going to happen. You don’t forget about movies that made you feel like you were in real danger. The keyword here is ‘real’.

Sinister depended on the use of homemade movies. Some of us (yes, you and I) grew  up with parents recording those special family moments on VHS or mini discs, and maybe if you lived in an extra cool home yours were recorded on Super 8mm, like the five families from the film.

The home movies were the essence of Sinister. All of the five home movies were terrifying as they were presented in very real day-to-day scenarios: at the backyard, at the front lawn, at the pool, at the car, in the bedroom. They all began as nice and innocent family moments until they turned violent, FAST! But why? And by whom? A home invader? Let’s watch:

The way the violent scenes were filmed reminded me of this video of mine where it was shot in complete darkness and the subject was illuminated by a single flash of light so you, the viewer, had no other option but to watch what I wanted you to watch when I wanted you to watch; in my case it was Day of the Dead ephemera, in Sinister’s case it was hanging, running over, drowning, burning, and stabbing.

Had the movie not ended the way it did, I guarantee you I would have had trouble sleeping at night, however, since it was revealed that supernatural demon Mr. Boogie aka Bughuul was behind the killings—well, the kids he possessed and abducted were actually the ones committing the killings—I felt relieved and pleasantly returned back to my safe reality. See? It was not a flesh-and-blood murderer, it was a controlling demon. Phew!

Now, I would like to leave you on a happy note, so please let me share with you two of my personal videos displaying my admiration for this movie. (Man, I love Sinister so much.)

In Love and Fear,

—Marath

Ginny Dear - Friday the 13th Part 2 (1981)

Original Post Date: 01.26.17

I just finished watching the nostalgic thriller Friday the 13th Part 2 (1981) and man, those were the good old days… I keep forgetting how much I like the whole 80’s vibe in movies –it all seemed more organic, real, simple, innocent. I do not know if that association has anything to do with the fact that I was born in the 80’s (scratch that, pretty sure it does).

But I digress. This post is not meant to deal with my love for the 80’s nor is it to review Friday the 13th Part 2. This post is to give props to Ginny, the main female protagonist of the film.

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Ginny is the assistant to the senior camp counselor, and she is also a student majoring in Child Psychology. Ginny has her hands full. All throughout her short stay at the camp counselor training center, located just a few miles away from the infamous and now condemn Camp Crystal Lake, yes, the Camp Crystal Lake, she has brilliant insights in regards to Jason Voorhees, the child legend. Ginny does not hesitate to offer her peers theories of what poor isolated Jason must have gone thru in his childhood, but her camp mates just make fun of how serious she sounds, because after all, for those folks it is all but a legend.

We have already established Ginny is smart, and that she is basically at harm’s way simply for being near Camp Crystal Lake. Enter Jason. All grown Jason. Scared, violent, and wearing a bag on his head, Jason.

Jason corrals Ginny in his shack in the woods, the one where he built the altar to his mother, yes, that famous altar with candles, fresh corpses, and the rotting severed head of Mrs. Voorhees. Ginny, being the resourceful student that she is, notices a torn sweater in front of the severed head, takes a few seconds to think, and goes for it. She puts it on. She has a plan. Suddenly, Jason slams the shack’s door wide open and, without hesitation, Ginny gives him this speech:

Damn, Ginny. You are smart and I admire that. Honest.

Stay in school, kids!

- Marath

THIS FRESH BLOOD: Schramm (1993)

Original Post Date: 01.23.17

01.23.17, 9:23pm PT – I just finished watching Schramm (1993) by German mastermind Jorg Buttgereit and have to confess that I liked the version I had created in my own head better than the actual film. Hold on, HOLD ON! Before you label me as one of the biggest assholes on earth, let me explain…

I purchased the entire 4-film set by Jorg Buttgereit weeks ago and had anxiously been waiting to watch Schramm as its synopsis and dvd picture were really impressive. I mean, a dude covered in blood with a hopeless and terrified stare which reminded me of someone in great distress, plus the paragraph at the back of the case saying “Lothar Schramm [a deranged serial killer] is dying, face down in a pool of his own blood. Behind his closed eyes, fractured memories repeat themselves…”

Wow! I could not wait to watch it!

As unpredictable as life is, things kept getting in the way and had to wait until my life returned to normalcy (nothing big, just massive amounts of unrequired stress). As I knew the film was going to be intense, I kept reminding myself I had to be in the correct frame of mind to actually enjoy it, so I waited. And waited. And during all that waiting I imagined what the movie was going to be. Would we see Schramm committing the murders? Planning them? Perhaps a backstory? Would it be on a first person point of view? Wait, why is Schramm dying? Needless to say I created all these terrifying scenarios in a fantasy world which made me realize that maybe (maybe!) my unrequired stress was messing with me in more than one questionable way… fuck stress.

Now, let’s get down to business.

Within a few moments from the intro of the movie, you learn that Schramm (aka the Lipstick Killer) has died all alone in his apartment, well, if you don’t count the two corpses around him. All that you are going to see next are flashbacks of what presumably were his last days, with a few throwbacks to his childhood. (This is why I did not fully like the movie, as it only dealt with more or less current events and did not show why the serial killer was a serial killer… does that make sense? No? Okay.)

I have to give a big praise to the editing on this film. Although the story line was a bit slow, they took us to the past and the future and the present jumping to the past again, and then one more time to the future of that other sequence that made no sense, but wait a few moments… it makes absolute sense now!

The dialog was kept to a minimum (as with Nekromantik) and the music was hypnotizing (as with Nekromantik).

Our main guy, Schramm, had a taxi car and was nice enough to give a ride to her crush, the prostitute next door. She was kind. They hanged out. He never hurt her, although he kind of hated her. I don’t know man, Schramm was a very complicated person. Talking about complicated, there were random images along the film, not necessarily flashbacks from Schramm but just random scenes, like a guy committing suicide and the camera suddenly getting closer, and turning black and white, with no sound, and the camera guy breaking the forth wall by grabbing/covering the camera lens. I did not understand that one. I mean it was good… but what was its purpose?

Look, here’s a dreamy double exposure:

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There was something that made me feel weird, and by me I mean my body, and by weird I mean confuzzled in a good way. If you are acquainted with the work of Jorg Buttgereit, you already know he successfully combines sex and death. He did it in Nekromantik (read my review here) and he did it again in Schramm (I still have to watch his other two films, “Nekromantik 2” and “Der Todesking”). Here in Schramm, there was this highly sexual scene that, well, pretty much did the job but oh no, all of the sudden Buttgereit throws at you images of pain and suffering that do not go with what your body is feeling. One moment you are having a good time and then that feeling overlaps with screams in your head saying “Oh no please stop!” – so basically you (rather, I) end up feeling used and a little bit dirty. (Yaz!)

Well my weirdo, it is getting late, so let’s say goodbye by admiring one of the many dream-like hallucinations from Schramm’s dying brain:

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This fresh blood reminded me to make a salon appointment ;)

- Marath