Wife is gonna be gone till after the CNY. I can blast Tornado of Souls and watch terrible movies in the TV room without considering her interests. Which is why I’m watching every Exorcism movie I can find in the recent years. Why doesn’t she have any interest in horror movies of this kind? Because she was bred as a commie. And commies have no souls.
Joke.
Well, I found one flick that was:
The Exorcism of God
It sucks. But the “top exorcist” from the Vatican looked familiar. I recognized the voice first and the accent… and then it came together:
It was the dude who played Geoffrey the butler in Fresh Prince of Belair!
However, despite that LOL moment and minor entertainment ONLY because I had the image of him in the TV series in my head, the movie sucked. The problem with movies nowadays is something that I really can’t put my finger on.
Why are all the “horror” moments ILLUSIONS??? Or a spirit fucking with someone without doing shit to them? The Conjuring did this but AND provided a solid rationale about the stages of possession but people who make movies that try the same shit need to understand 2 things:
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You are not James Wan.
James Wan has the innate ability to successfully balance something known as TONE. Which determines the efficacy of PACING. Which is why the fucker can make a dumbass Fast and Furious movie in which The Rock walks around the street with a gattling gun he ripped off a crashed helicopter look cool. You know why he looks cool instead of DUMB? Because you want to believe The Rock can walk around the street with a gattling gun he ripped off a crashed helicopter. You want to because the dude set up the tone of the movie so effectively that you accept the absurdity. -
You really aren’t James Wan
You know why the aforementioned absurdity is readily accepted? Because he knows how to NOT GO OVERBOARD WITH THE ABSURDITY DEPENDING ON THE TYPE OF GENRE. This requires an understanding of what an audience is able to accept before they get turned off. Some dumb shit can happen the Fast and Furious world. In the Aquaman world, all cards are on the table. Seahorse fights and a motherfucking octopus playing the drums underwater.
I’m buying it! Bring it on!
Geddit?
Now, check out The Conjuring again. All the scares had initial events, with the next event increasing in intensity building on the previous one. Then comes the JUMP SCARE!!! This is a very basic concept known as “escalation” which is dependent on tone and pacing. And, not only that, one has to be INVESTED in a character, which, in this movie, is obtained through creating EMPATHY for a character. Look at how well directed the youngest kid was, and how good of an actress she is too. The look of terror and physical and verbal responses to the events were BELIEVABLE. The events don’t have to be. That’s how you get invested in what amounts to a JUMP SCARE!!! The kid looked genuinely scared shitless.
To understand the connection to the Fast and Furious move, the audience already got majorly invested through depicting a musclebound freak and his relationship with his daughter. We were sold right at the moment he went, “Daddy’s gotta go to work!” and FLEXED the cast off his arm.
And, again, I find myself ranting about James Wan because I can’t remember what the fuck was going on in this movie. The only credit I give it is that the CGI was pretty damn good and the makeup on the possessed people was some of the best I’ve seen in a very long time. But what is the point if you don’t know how to USE THESE?
2/10
Then I found another remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and it was the same shit. Great sfx and pretty damn seamless CGI gore. A lot of thought was put into all these. But it was boring as fuck. The only real credit I can give it is that this is the only movie that promised a massacre and actually delivered it, and via the use of a chainsaw.
2/10
What did I learn from this? Only Marty Friedman never lets me down. Time was better spent with the solo portion on repeat. Fuck.
You see? During a time where “shreddors” were going wild with the appregios and complex chordal arrangements derived from classical scores which all ended up being playable in simply E minor anyway, there was Marty Friedman and Jason Becker. Jason Becker was more talented musically than any fucking shredder till today which is why he could compose and execute mind bending pieces like Mable’s Fatal Fable. Marty, who’s more inclined towards the “softer stuff” from Japanese traditional music which I have not listened to and a fellow Jay Chou fanboy, put melodic changes and leveraging individual selected notes with techniques such as extended bends to tell a story, which is not an indicator of anything other than personal preference and general audience accessibility. Which is why this solo is simple, accessible to a non-musical person and complex at the same time while not being too technically complex to be accessible only to musicians whom have studied this shit.