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I have been watching horror movies/series the past couple of days. This is always an uncertain venture for me, because I am BAD at horror movies, or at least ghost movies, I get scared ridiculously easily. Only with ghosts, for some reason, anything that's a physical threat isn't half as scary to me, which common sense would say should be the other way around. Anyway. I've been giving a few of them a go anyway. I rather like Legend of Hell House (1973), actually. I do like paranormal investigation stories.
The one I'm on now, though, a 2008 BBC miniseries called Crooked House. It's pretty good too, it's just the third episode. Look, love. You've just been told that this door knocker is a relic of the most spectacularly haunted house in Christendom, you've spent a couple of hours being regaled with tales of gruesome goings-on there across the centuries, why the flying fuck would you bring said door knocker home and hang it on your front door?!? That is literally asking to be haunted. I mean, I know people in horror movies never know they're in horror movies, but there is such a thing as tempting fate, my love. If you have to bring it home, at least don't bloody hang the thing on the door waiting to be used, now matter what the creepy museum keeper says.
(Okay, it turns out later in a nice twist ending that he was gonna end up in the supernatural shithouse no matter what he did, but still. Don't go bloomin' hanging it on your door after being told it's haunted, what is wrong with you?)
The one I'm on now, though, a 2008 BBC miniseries called Crooked House. It's pretty good too, it's just the third episode. Look, love. You've just been told that this door knocker is a relic of the most spectacularly haunted house in Christendom, you've spent a couple of hours being regaled with tales of gruesome goings-on there across the centuries, why the flying fuck would you bring said door knocker home and hang it on your front door?!? That is literally asking to be haunted. I mean, I know people in horror movies never know they're in horror movies, but there is such a thing as tempting fate, my love. If you have to bring it home, at least don't bloody hang the thing on the door waiting to be used, now matter what the creepy museum keeper says.
(Okay, it turns out later in a nice twist ending that he was gonna end up in the supernatural shithouse no matter what he did, but still. Don't go bloomin' hanging it on your door after being told it's haunted, what is wrong with you?)
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