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A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night: Monsters and Moral Authority

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Recently, I was lucky enough to attend a screening of the stunning film A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night, the debut feature film from Ana Lily Amirpour, an Iranian-American director, screenwriter, producer, and actor. I’d been hearing a ton of buzz about this movie, but couldn’t a screening in my city. My town isn’t exactly a big stop on the indie film circuit, so it took a long time before a screening was finally scheduled and I could scoop up some tickets.

I was not disappointed. This film is, quite simply, amazing. I really enjoyed it.

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American Horror Story: Freakshow, Episode 1

The season premiere of American Horror Story: Freakshow aired last week and I watched it, despite myself. Even though the first three to four episodes of a season are amazing and entertaining, with inventive treatments of basic horror tropes and characters, but then things start to fall apart in the middle of the season. I’ve been hurt before—AHS: Coven had an awesome concept, a solid cast, and there was a lot of potential, but the execution was bad and the storytelling was a train wreck. In vain, I watched the whole thing, hoping they’d pull it together with some transcendent plot twist and I would feel better about the thousands of abandoned storylines, the underutilized Angela Bassett, the inconsistent character treatment, and the most incompetent witch hunters ever. Also, Hank. Hank was the woooorrrrssst.

Go away Hank! No one likes you!

But there I was, ready for the fourth season.

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Expectation and Judgment in You’re Next

“Grab anything that might make a good weapon.” – Erin

This movie review contains spoilers! If you haven’t seen this movie, do not read on! Or maybe you don’t care and you’re like me and some movies sound too scary and graphic but you want to know what happens anyway because while you’re chicken you’re not that chicken. If that’s the case, read on!

I want to discuss something that is the source of endless frustration in a lot of horror movies—stupid characters. You know the ones, existing purely to drive the plot.

A dark, intimidating figure has been stalking you and your friends. You find yourself home alone and hear the sound of footsteps on the second floor. Should you go investigate? No! Do you?

Yes, and now you’re dead.

Or, you’re supposedly a super-smart biologist who has traveled across the universe to a barren planet in search of alien life. The first living creature you encounter looks like the offspring of an earthworm and a cobra. Should you try to touch it? Hell no! Do you?

Yes, and now you’re dead.

You guys! It’s so cute WHY DON’T I TOUCH IT

Now, I’ll be honest. I have a love-hate relationship with slasher movies for two reasons. First, some characters in these movies act in such idiotic ways; clearly, I would never die in such a stupid, keep-the-plot-moving kind of way. That’s what I tell myself, and I take solace in the belief that I could keep it together enough to call the cops and run away. It’s entertaining and self-affirming to say, yep, at least I’m not that dumb.

The second reason, however, isn’t really fun, but it’s valuable and compelling. It targets the insecurities I’d rather not acknowledge.

In slasher movies, there’s always at least one character who doesn’t act stupidly but still meets a horrific end. Maybe she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe the stupid character didn’t fill the car with gas and she couldn’t escape. Maybe the killer was just that much smarter and stronger than she was. In short, this character just wasn’t good enough to make it out alive.

That’s what makes me squirm. I like to pretend I would know what to do and could protect myself in such a situation, and I probably could in some instances. Freaky-looking worm-cobra alien slithers towards me? Run away! Don’t touch it! Masked murderer has broken into the house and I’m in the middle of nowhere without a car or cell service? Crap, this might turn ugly.

I could be next.

Not gonna lie, I’d probably just hole up in a closet and hope for the best.

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