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.