So last night TCM had a one-hour master class thing with Robert Zemeckis, and after that they showed "What Lies Beneath". I sorta remembered seeing commercials for it and being sorta interested when it came out, so I sat myself down and set my phone on mute and watched it. It's an homage to Hitchcock where Michelle Pfeiffer is married to Harrison Ford, and their house might be haunted or she might be going crazy (or both), and hot damn is it tense. The camera work, the atmosphere, the music, the slooooow burn and subtle reveals, the truly excellent jump scares -- it all just works. First time a movie's ever had me so on edge that when the credits rolled I just stared at the screen and thought, "Holy shit that was scary. I am a better person for having the pee scared out of me for two hours." I usually turn out the lights when I really want to enjoy a movie. I am so, so, SO glad I didn't this time. Also my cat curled up and went to sleep in my lap about halfway through, and the presence of a fuzzbeast does a lot to ameliorate the effects of a scary movie, but still. I don't know when I was last so genuinely freaked out (I'm not counting those commercials for "Mama"*). I had to find an episode of Phineas and Ferb before I could think about going to bed.
Plus it was written by none other than Clark Gregg, aka Agent Coulson. So that was awesome.
*Seriously though "Mama" can go to heck and I kinda hope Guillermo del Toro steps on a lego. (Not really. "Pacific Rim" looks awesome.)
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"Steps on a lego" is comedy gold.
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