And the only thing scary about it was how bad the movie was.
As usual, Mama and I watched a movie. Some few minutes ago, we were at Robinson's Ermita and we were watching a sorry excuse for a horror flick.
Until now, I can't understand why, for the life of me, when choosing horror movies, I never learn. Maybe I always have this incurable hopelessness for a good scare that I am willing to spend money. That's the reason why I managed to convince you to watch that "wolf-hiding-in-sheep's-clothing" (in this case, soft-porn-hiding-in-a-ghost-movie guise)
Silip, right?
So we watched "Don't look back" a Malaysian horror flick that I hoped was scary.
The story started with an exorcism rite gone awry. The excorcist was supposed to entrap the bad spirit in this small bottle -- but of course, as with most horror stories, something's bound to go wrong. The man being exorcised died. The bottle was thrown into the ocean while everyone hoped that was the end of it.
Cut to present day, the protagonist received a call during a meeting. His fiancee was dead. She was found to have overdosed. No one in the family believed she could do it to herself. And so the now single man with the deceased's twin searches for the reason why she could have done it.
What followed were some funny ghostly apparitions (I say funny because after the surprise it brings, the face just looks like a cross between a dementor and a wild boar) and some cheap thrills. All of these mixed with loose storyline and a supposedly powerful confrontation with the spirit at the end.
It even had a confusing prologue and epilogue that talked about belief in Allah.
Buti na lang hindi kita kasama... baka mamaya awayin mo na naman ako... Heehee... :)
