For the past few months, I have been pondering the question: Why do I watch so many horror movies? I can’t attribute my interest to any of the explanations Piece of Cape offers up: the thrill rush, the gore, the “sport.” In reviewing The Descent I expressed an appreciation for the survivability aspect, my admiration for and aspiration to emulate those who rise to every occasion and manage to survive. But on a more fundamental level, I think it boils down to this:
More than any other genre, horror movies will always keep you guessing.
Since I’ve pretty much exhausted all the mythology-related movies I’m familiar with (or at least the ones worth talking about), Courtney and I will now embark on a new blog series: WAR IN MOVIES! Which is a tough category to narrow down, considering the number of incredible films centering on war. But we’ll do our best.
To start things off, we have The War to End All Wars, The Great War, also known as… World War I.
“Can I be honest with you? I am bad fucking news. I’m not your friend. I’m not going to help you. I’m going to break you. Any questions?”
Depicting one of the greatest manhunts of all time a decade in the making, Zero Dark Thirty was meticulously executed from page to screen by director Kathryn Bigelow and screenwriter-producer Mark Boal; but the factual inaccuracies and poorly written protagonist muddled the “movie of the year.”
“The battle ground is your barracks”
If I consider joining the armed forces, there’s a particular court ruling I need to accept—rape is an “occupational hazard” of the job. The Department of Defense figures indicate that over 20,000 rapes occurred last year, and 25% of servicewomen didn’t report the abuse because the official to report to was their rapist.
This is legal. Are you kidding me?