I've just come back from the centre of the indie universe. I was surrounded by vintage, retro, alternative, and gay. I practically couldn't move without seeing an undercut or an American football jacket or a shirt buttoned all the way up. Every other shop sold vintage Levis denim jackets or vomity beaded crop tops. There were people doing art in cafés. Tiny art galleries which actually had people in. Incense. We passed some spray painted cars hanging up on a washing line with giant clothes pegs.I bought a pen from Jack Wills.
Friday, 13 May 2011
I just saw Insidious and I'm really confused.
During the film watching process I was sprawled across 12 seats, clinging on to everyone with fear. I had a shirt over my head and eyes, and I was covering my ears. I practically didn't watch it.
When I got out the cinema I suddenly realised it wasn't even scary. Even now, looking back, I can't remember exactly what made me act like such a pathetic child. I feel like I was manipulated into thinking it was scary. In reality, it was a children's film.
The whole film was so filled with 8 minute pauses that only 2 things actually happened in it. On top of this, I was confused by the addition of two comical characters that seemed to serve no purpose but to be comical, trivialising all the horror. Obviously I was grateful at the time, as they saved me bricking myself.
I liked the music though. It was like amped up horror film music on steroids. It was violently creepy.
On the whole, Insidious contained everything it was supposed to: bloody handprints, superfluous Victorian children, inexplicable banging sounds, and laughing children. It also had an eponymously 'insidious' demon who was definitely paedophilic.