i think theres a weird grey area with being a fan and analysing horror movies where there is some underlying metaphor a director is asking you to examine, but people also completely over analyse them to the point of deconstruction
like, with hereditary, the movie is clearly about a family grieving and a change in dynamic and loss of love mixed with paranoia and cultism and ritual demonology - but people like to completely deconstruct hereditary to the point where ive read people say its not a horror movie, it is a movie about grief - but the point is that if it was an entirely single-minded movie about grieving, theres no real overt reason to make it a bloody, frightening horror movie. like, they didnt need to show a kids decapitated head to talk about how death is hard
i think sometimes its in an effort to intellectualise or forgive the sins of the genre, to make it a digestible metaphor, to ask non-horror audiences to look behind the curtain and see the thematic cogs turning underneath the bloody skin of the genre, to wipe away the red corn syrup and think about what the movie is trying to say - hereditary is about a grieving mother, saw is about the value of life, the vvitch is about the reclamation of gender, the thing is about the fear of HIV, etc. - and while i certainly do think those readings are true, relevant, and often intended, its incorrect to say the movie is ONLY about that theme, its also a horror movie! its about fear and trauma and horror, sometimes it hits the mark and sometimes it doesn’t, but you cant win over people to watching horror by claiming all violence is able to be ignored in favour of non-horror thematics. the horror makes the story
Trying to psychically communicate to my coworker that we should leave early bc we have nothing to do even though our third coworker who isn’t technically our boss said we have to stay til the end of the day
I hear her shuffling around in her cubicle YES girl take a stand!! Free us now!!
aw shit bill i dont want no more corn and beans next time we head inta town this old ranch hand need somethin sugar-sweet like candy i need cherry gum drops that there’s my
cowboy candy’s crush
i like em lime i like em lemon so’s long as they sweet i like them blue berry buttons and now listen here buckaroo i need me some sticky-sweet maple syrup pour that in a sarsaparilla mug of sugar sip since pal this wrangler needs to wrangle himself some confectionery beverige im talkin root beer peach sour-sweet juice black cherry cola with an extra kick im gonna chug that syrup till im full as a tick now im not talking alcohol this time unless you wanna fix this old cowboy a choclit bourbon bon bon yessiree if i could id eat a whole lot of em give em strawberry fillin give em gooey caramel i wanna yam on em till the sun hides hind the hills i want licorice bill and im gonna fight like hell fer it by gummy an speakin of gummy i want some a them new fangled gummy treats i want em in the shape of any ol thing on gods green earth gummy worms gummy horses hell id eat my own hoss iffin it were made of the stuff im plumb crazy for candy bill i want a big pile a saltwater taffy id dive right in like it were a lake clear as glass id just as happily drown ah shoot id gobble up every flavor id gobble it down watermelon chocolate grape vanilla peppermint huckleberry blueberry strawberry butter mint cola maple lemon persimmon grape so long as its taffy so long as its sweet so long as its slippin down my gullet and gummin up my teeth i tell you what i wanna peck at it all like a wild hen and when i kick the bucket bill i want you to bury me in a mountain of that good ol peanut brittle and let the ants sort me out i wanna eat a million butterscotch candys i wanna put a splash of cream on my circus peanuts and eat em for a meal you ever seen them rock candies bill they sure are pretty as a crystal i want to eat em till it cuts my tongue id be just pleased to swallow all that blood if it means i get to taste that sweet-sugar flavor like a necco wafer from the corner shop every color of the rainbow by gods name a solid hunk of candy cane big as a barber shop pole id stick my tongue to it let it spin around till i get my fill but i never would cause im right wild for my sweet treats i gotta have em i gotta get my sugar fill i gotta have my sweet confections now i might fetch my self a case of rot tooth with all this candy i dont care one lick this bronco buster dont have time for nothin but candy why do you think im still on this owl hoot trail after all these years bill candy dont grow on no trees i want my sugar sweetie kiss hell folks say i got the fastest hand in the west but bill i tell ya i got the worlds sweetest tooth!
Trying to psychically communicate to my coworker that we should leave early bc we have nothing to do even though our third coworker who isn’t technically our boss said we have to stay til the end of the day
I have problems I just threw some trash down the trash chute and then randomly was like wow it’s so dark and such along ways down and felt bad for the trash I was throwing away bc I was like it must be so scared.
