Sunday, August 20, 2006

The Hills Have Eyes

It's been Horror Week at Netflix, I think. Seems like every red envelope that arrives in my mailbox of late is of that genre.


Mrs. Film Geek and I had a long talk after Hostel, and I think she may be less excited about horror movies these days. I know she wasn't that thrilled when we popped in The Hills Have Eyes. She knew the Wes Craven low-budget film from the 70s, so she was willing to give this one a try.

But not an enthusiastic one.

We watched the opening scene, in which an obviously mutated man killed scientists who were studying the radioactive New Mexico desert. It was brutal and violent, but not so much that I had to turn away. Then, we watched the opening credits, during which the film showed dozens of pictures of mutated fetuses, deformed limbs and toddlers with severe physical abnormalities.

All to a peppy musical score. Pass the popcorn!

And then, very quietly from her favorite spot on the couch, Mrs. Film Geek says: "You know, I'm not really interested in watching mutants kill and eat people tonight. There's just no sense in it."

Yes! I was saved.

Maybe there's hope for the horror-lovin' chick after all. And for me.


Hoyt said...

Film Geek, you've been watching some seriously gory flicks. It must be the heat because I've seen both Saw films this past week.

Raging Red said...

I watched The Hills Have Eyes a week or so ago, and it is one of the worst movies I've ever seen. I'm not averse to violence or gore per se, but it helps if there's some point to it. This movie was gratuitously disgusting and sick, and not too far into it I just didn't want to watch it anymore. Unfortunately, I watched it through 'til the end. Ugh. The part that clinched it for me (and by "clinched" I mean "made me decide for sure that the movie was a vile, worthless piece of crap") was the rape scene, which just turned my stomach.

The Film Geek said...

I'm glad you commented, Red. Sometimes I worry I'm becoming a prude. If I am, at least I have company.