So I watched The Strangerson Sunday with JW in the basement with the lights out, like you do, while fighting the urge to bury my head in a blanket. I was actually relieved he talked through the whole thing, which is what I do when I get super stressed out by a movie - especially a scary one - it's my coping mechanism. That movie was ... horrifying. Simply horrifying.
When you're alone in your house, and you get the feeling that someone is in there with you? YEAH, they ARE. And they're probably standing right behind you but you won't see them. At least that's what I've felt like in my apartment since I saw this damn movie. They fade right in and out of the shadows with those terrible masks on, with no point nor purpose except to terrify, torture, then eventually, kill. Great! Where do I sign up? At one point the masked dude is following a guy down the hallway with an axe poised over his shoulder, creep, creep, creep. You KNOW the guy can sense there's someone behind him, but as he goes to turn around, that damn axe-weilding-mask-wearing-son-of-a-bitch goes skittering right out of the frame, without making a sound. Unbelievably scary. And all I can think of was NONE of this would have happened if Liv hadn't been SO STUPID as to turn down a marriage proposal from Scott Speedman. Tsk tsk lady.
