Last night Mel and I watched a Spanish horror film called ".Rec". It has since been made into the American film Quarantine.
For the first half hour or so, I was sitting there kind of 'ho hum', but as the film gets going, you're gonna poop your pantaloons.
There are several scenes where I was kicking my legs to get away from the 'monster' - or recoiling in fear at a sudden shock.
But it wasn't until the ending that this movie turned into a five alarm pants wetter. And I thought it was just me because these movies tend to freak me out, but I checked IMDB and the only other film that people equate the fear factor of the ending to is the Exorcist and Alien.
Very freaky business.
For the first half hour or so, I was sitting there kind of 'ho hum', but as the film gets going, you're gonna poop your pantaloons.
There are several scenes where I was kicking my legs to get away from the 'monster' - or recoiling in fear at a sudden shock.
But it wasn't until the ending that this movie turned into a five alarm pants wetter. And I thought it was just me because these movies tend to freak me out, but I checked IMDB and the only other film that people equate the fear factor of the ending to is the Exorcist and Alien.
Very freaky business.