Finally got this baby yesterday and I think I made myself sick so I could stay home and finish the four films in one sitting. And of course, the phone rang every hour.
Ringu. Rasen. Ringu 2. Ringu 0. Creepiness that creeps like those shadow footsteps in an empty hallway. Hollywood missed the point entirely. Missed the cycle. Missed the irrational fear. Of fear.
(And so, no coffee today.)
Lately, suspending disbelief has been easier. I think I'm getting tired of asking questions or trying to make sense of things. Why things are working out as planned. Why things aren't. Why Sadako split in two. Why I just don't care about patching things up with some people. It has just been roseier with only a few concepts to believe in.
Yeah Yeah Yeahs Honey Bear