So last night I watched this film on TV, and I figured it being a horror movie made in the last ten years that it would fail epically and be filled with pointless jump scares. This being said I was pleasantly surprised by the fact the film was okay. . . that’s really all that can be said.

First off, this is not a pointless slasher flick full of sex and blood. But something that sort of leads you to believe that it’s like The Orphan but instead of a crazy adopted sister there is an evil step mother, but there is a twist at the end that blows that whole thought out of the frozen lake. So sort of like The Stepfather but with a stepmother.

The effects are pretty good, there isn’t really much gore, and it that note it is like The Orphan where it is building up that she’s crazy and out to kill your family and have sex with your husband, but of course no one believes you if you say stepmom/the orphan sister’s gonna kill our asses and rape/marry you.

So now is where I’ll talk about the best thing in the movie, the ending. The director pulls an M. Night Shamalan and throws a huge twist in at the end to rape any thoughts you had previously. So Anna the main character she gets released from the insane asylum (and she’s like sixteen, wtf?) after her mother’s death in a tragic fire and she goes ape shit crazy and slits her wrists. Ya, rly. And through the movie she sort of has these premonitions of people close to her being murdered, and she thinks it’s her stepmother. So her and her sister think that she is really an evil nanny that killed some kids and married the father, so they try and stop her. They both are drugged and when Anna wakes up her stepmother strips her. Ya, rly. And Anna’s “sister” kills her stepmother. After Anna finds her stepmother in the garbage her father comes home, and she says that Alex had to kill her because she was gonna kill their asses. And he says her sister died in the tragic fire. ZOMG! So it turns out she killed her stepmother AND she wasn’t an evil nanny at all. So she gets sent back to the loony bin and in the final scene the chick across the hall closes her door and the name says Mildred Kemp, the evil nanny.

So, this film was not that bad considering it’s a modern horror movie. Go watch it.

TTITN

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So it was my friend’s 18th earlier this week and I’ve just found out that he and all of my other friends are going out tonight. No one mentioned anything to me. I don’t know how to feel about that.

Bitter ako eh. Gusto ko sanang sabihin na “I wanna bitch about not being invited on your wedding.” pero pucha… Di ko alam kung tama ba yung term na ‘bitch’ pag lalake nagrarant.

Masama na nga loob ko nung akala ko eh “engagement” lang. Tapos makita-kita ko ikinasal ka na pala! Congratz!

Hindi ko alam ang sasabihin. Di ko rin alam pano sisimulan. Basta alam ko badtrip ako. Badtrip ako sa ‘yo!

Huwag lalaki ulo mo. Kahit nagkagusto ako sa yo noon ay di iyon ang dahilan. Siguro naman alam mo kung baket?

Ganun na ba kalayo ang naging agwat natin simula nung umiwas ako sa yo? Tapos na paliwanagan. Nasabi ko na bakit ko kailangang gawin yon. At alam natin na may mga bagay-bagay talagang mahirap nang ibalik. Pero naman naman naman!! Kahit papano malalim naman pinagsamahan natin… O ako lang talaga nag-iisip nun?

Masakit. Taena. Di yung nanggagalaiti sa galit na parang gusto kong manakit kundi yung masakit na ‘masakit’… Makirot. Mabigat sa loob. Nakakaiyak.

Madrama. Yan ako ngayon. Siguro bukas o sa isang buwan o kung kelan man ay tatawanan ko kung bakit ako nagkaganito ngayong araw na to. Na wala ako sa lugar ng tamang kadramahan – kagaya ng mga nagdaang drama ko sa buhay. Pero ngayon ko lang talaga mararamdaman to. Di na mauulit pa, kung anuman ang nasasaloob ko, sa iba pang pagkakataon. Ngayon ko lang mailalabas. Tapos.

Siguro nga mali ako ng akala. Na di kasing-lalim ng turing ko sa yo ang lalim ng turing mo sa akin bilang kaibigan. Di mo maiiintindihan.

Ang totoo naman masaya ako para sa yo. Alam mo namang boto ako sa asawa mo ngayon. Na kung nabalitaan mo sana ako eh malamang ipinagdiwang ko pa. Nagkataon lang na di ako imbitado.

Oo, paulit-ulit na lang ako. Yun at yun lang din naman sinasabi ko. Paikot-ikot. Paiba-iba lang ng nilalaman pero pare-pareho ang damdamin na nais iparating. Tama na nga.

Wag ka munang magpapakita sa akin. Wag kang tatawag. Wag kang magtetext. Wag magp-PM. Dahil di kita kakausapin. Dahil kung magkakausap man tayo marahil ay baka maiyak lang ako.

Ang drama ko talaga.

Ikaw kasi.

Di mo ako inimbitahan.

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you’re not allowed
You’re uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd need shepherd
But you you’re not allowed
You’re uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You’re uninvited
An unfortunate slight

I don’t think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate

Un mic cadou pentru mine ca imi place foarte mult melodia

Sper sa va placa si voua.

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you’re not allowed
You’re uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd need shepherd
But you you’re not allowed
You’re uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You’re uninvited
An unfortunate slight

I don’t think you unworthy
I need a moment to delïberate

Here’s one just for fun. I wouldn’t be surprised if the video is taken off of YouTube in a couple months, but here ya go. “Uninvited” by Ruth Ruth.

Ok, isto começa a parecer-se mais com blog sobre cinema do que outra coisa, apesar de não o ser.
É que esta semana está a ser a maior pasmaceira, foi tudo de férias até a sara me abandonou por isso é que também ainda não postou aqui nada, adiante.

The Uninvited (2009)

Depois da morte trágica da mãe Anna entra em depressão e encontra-se num hospital psiquiátrico é com a sua alta e volta a casa que é confrontada com a sua madrasta Rachel, ex-enfermeira da Mãe, que tudo começa.
Anna e Alex (a sua irmã) começam a desconfiar que Rachel pode ter algo com a morte da mãe e começam a investigar o passado de Rachel.

Acabei agora de ver este The Uninvited (mais uma adaptação americana do terror japonês), tou surpreendido pela positiva. Não é nenhuma obra-prima e também não é isso que promete mas o que promete, ser um filme de terror, também não o é. Então o que é afinal? É um bom filme de suspense para se ver quando se tem um tempinho e pouca coisa para se fazer.
Antes de me aventurar li alguns comentários ao filme e a maior parte era positivo e dizia que o final era muito bom e surpreendente. Depois dos comentários comecei a meio do filme a por possíveis cenários para o final alguns iam ficando pelo caminho.
A verdade é que o final é realmente surpreendente, tinha acertado em cerca de 45% do final e nunca esperei que ainda houvesse algumas coisa para vir.

Não há nada a apontar aos actores todos cumprem bem e eficazmente o seu papel o que contribui também para este filme ser realmente uma supressa agradável.

Fuente de la imagen: http://i2.esmas.com

Por Nayeli Villegas

Este film es un remake de una peli coreana del 2003 llamada “Dos Hermanas”.

La historia empieza cuando Anna (Emily Browing) regresa de una institución psiquiátrica y empieza a investigar sobre la misteriosa muerte de su madre. El padre de Anna (David Strathairn) se enamora de la enfermera de su madre, Rachel (Elizabeth Banks),  y se la lleva a vivir a su casa. El mayor problema comienza cuando se aparece el fantasma de su madre, clamando venganza y señalando a Rachel con un dedo acusador.

Si te gustan las películas de miedo ¡no te la puedes perder por nada del mundo!

Puedes ver el trailer en: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJ-ptYjksxU

Fuente: www.cinepolis.com

There is nothing to save.

You make me so sick and tired

Tired of trying to figure out

what I have to do

or say

or be

to get you to see me

to get you to choose me

to get you to want me

like I’ve wanted you

for as long as I can remember

Yes, I’ve wanted you

I’ve longed for you

I’ve waited for you

I’ve been on the lookout for you

like the Father for the Prodigal Son

But you never came

You won’t come

You’re not coming

So now watch closely as I

vomit you up

spit you out

and flush you down the toilet

to be lost forever in the Big Apple’s

Bermuda Triangular sewer system

right where you belong

Listen carefully as I lift my voice with Alanis:

“You’re uninvited.”

You think me undesirable

Unworthy

You make me feel invisible

Untouchable

Just plain ugly

Like I reside on my own private leper colony

Damn you

Mil veces maldito

But I can’t help wanting you

It’s how I’m wired

It’s how I’m cursed

I will want you as long as I breathe

but I don’t need you

I only think that you’re essential for my happiness

but that’s a lie from the Father of Lies

You are neither oxygen

nor water

nor the living God

You can’t make me whole

You won’t satisfy

And I am through waiting for you with baited breath

Did you hear that?

I just exhaled

I am so done with you and your kind.

Hasta nunca

John Farris – The Uninvited (New English Library, 1984)

Blurb:

Suddenly the man was there, frozen in the pale beam of her headlights. The high white banks of piled snow channelled the car on to him with a sickening, shuddering inevitability. But in the seemingly flash-lit split second of still certainty before impact, two facts registered.

The man was naked. Naked and horribly familiar. She was staring at the stripped, perfect body of her former fiance Ned.

Except that he was dead already. Had been tragically killed in a car crash a full year ago.

At once there came the shock of the impact. An impact that did not wake her from her nightmare, that, instead, drove her and her family deeper into a waking trance of terror.

‘… one of the giants of contemporary psychological horror. The evil in THE UNINVITED is utterly convincing’ – Peter Straub

First Nel edition, 1984

Alanis Morissette had a huge album in 1995, “Jagged Little Pill,” which took the world by storm. It’s a great record which was overshadowed a bit by idiotic controversy over some of her lyrics. Apparently, if you’re a man, you can get away with “dirty” words, but if you’re a woman, you’ll offend someone’s sensibilities. Proof that women still have a ways to go in our society if they want equal treatment.

This song was recorded for a movie soundtrack, and it was, I think, the first recording she did since the success of “Jagged Little Pill.” I couldn’t imagine the pressure she must have been under to follow up on her previous album.

But then she gave us this magnificent jewel. The production is terrific, a live, cavernous vibe that still sounds intimate. It’s gentle and soothing, yet strong and fierce at the same time. And who can resist Ms. Morissette’s powerful, expressive voice? It works perfectly with the intricate flow and phrasing of her words.

Everyone who worked and performed on this track should be mighty proud.

This is a “headphone song.” Put on a good pair, shut the door, and let it envelop you.

He and Josiah seem to compete each other for attention. I hate how he mocks Josiah–”How come he can’t talk much yet? Why isn’t he potty trained? He doesn’t know how play right.”

We can’t even go many places together as a family anymore. No one invites us anyway. Someone always has to stay home with Autism. He can be unpredictable. We get scared about what he might do or what people might think of him. Autism doesn’t seem to care.

Autism doesn’t like the food I fix. I can work and work in the kitchen with the most expensive organic ingredients, gluten/dairy-free mixes, and he turns up his nose at it. Autism is ungrateful and I feel like I can’t please him.

Autism has had all of his mail indefinitely forwarded to our house–his books and literature and forms to fill out strewn about. I can’t even get away from it in the bathroom. Then I open my email, and I’m lambasted with so much stuff about him, reminding me that I just don’t have a normal life anymore.

I hate how Autism stays up as late as I do, and then he wakes me up in the morning–or sometimes in the middle of the night. In fact he sleeps right between me and my husband in our bed, us clinging to our own sides. He likes to sit down in the middle of us on the couch too, so we don’t hold hands like we used to. I miss my husband, and the comforts of “home.”

Every once in a while after we moms drop off our kids for therapy, we meet together at the coffee shop to have playdates with our Autisms. At least we know the other moms understand our frustrations, because they have an unwelcomed houseguest too, sometimes two of them.

Autism is such a spoiled brat. He demands fistfulls of our money, and plays on our fears that if we don’t give it to him for his vitamins, his treatments, his pricey tests, his B-12 shots, and a myriad of “flavor of the month” coctails that just might be “the ticket,” that he’ll take it out on Josiah. “Josiah might not get better, or regress,” he taunts, “so you have to keep spending all of this money on me.”

I think Autism wants me to accept him, or legally adopt him as my own son forever. But he won’t call me “mommy,” and he won’t let Josiah call me “mommy” either. In fact, he’s always putting his grubby hand over Josiah’s mouth so he can’t get much out at all. I hate that.

I still cheer for Josiah, though. Still he perseveres and conquers some things, even when Autism holds one of Josiah’s arms behind his back, or while he’s trying to trip Josiah. We erupt in praise when Josiah “does it” in spite of Autism, who has become his shadow.

Autism gets paid an annual salary 3-4 times more than I make, if you can believe it. We’ve told him that we will pay him any amount for severance if he will just GO away. He holds out.

The news comes on every so often talking about Autism. They say how he is so elusive. They don’t really know how to catch this fugitive. He’s in my house! Please someone come take him away. Quit making excuses. Don’t you know that he has come into my house and threatened to steal all of our futures? As if we owed him something.

Autism keeps sucking up the oxygen around here. He’s locked away the laughter. I hope for him to move out. I plead with him to leave. I demand it. I pray for God Almighty to boot him out. Why can’t anyone strong-arm him away?

I can’t accept Autism as one of my family members. My dear Josiah is my only son, and he deserves the best we can give HIM. Quit stealing his thunder! We have to spend way too much time on you, and I’m sick of it.

I keep dreaming for the day that someone knocks on the door. “Is Autism here?” they ask. I say, “No. He doesn’t live here anymore. Come on in, and I tell you how I got rid of him. And, he’ll never steal from us again.” 

Autism, you’ve overstayed your welcome.

Churned out in the same bowel movement that gave us Americanized versions of Shutter and The Eye we have The Uninvited. Based on the Korean film A Tale of Two Sisters, this movie manages to stream line the story into something a little more cohesive and straightforward than the original.

Those who have seen the original will appreciate the way the material is handled. I found the use of color almost muted compared to the vividness of the original but it fits the darker environment and helps with the increased level of gruesomeness and gore. There are some genuine scares and some uncomfortable imagery, it all makes for an entertaining 87 minutes.

Emily Browning has you feeling sympathetic and unsettled as she fights her way to the truth, she turns in her strongest performance to date. Elizabeth Banks unfortunately doesn’t command the intimidation and poorly veiled hostility that the character would require, her scenes were a bit of a struggle. Maybe she’s just too nice.

My only issue with The Uninvited was very similar to the issue I had with the Wicker Man remake. A big part of the original material were the twist endings, so unfortunately if you’ve seen the original you’re left without that satisfaction as you already know whats coming.

This flick has solid scares, impressive locations and visuals and impressive performances (at least by horror remake standards). Whether you’ve seen the original or not, I would still recommend this movie. It may be the only Asian “re imagining” I recommend.

There is lots of controversy over whether people should run with headphones. Indoors, on treadmills, the purest says they are not able to really pay attention to the running. Outside, safety is the issue (the purest still has their case). While, I understand both viewpoints, I just can’t follow the rule. I have to have my music. It provides a quiet distraction from the outside world and gives me the motivation and rthyme to keep moving.

For any purest out there, I have to ask, do you where shoes, clothes… how pure do you need to be? Running is a pure sport to start with, it is about the self, not the equipment. I like the idea of triathlons, but there is too much equipment advantage to be gotten by those who can. Swimming should be pure, but it isn’t once you strap on these high tech suits. Certainly cycling is not pure. You can go down the line… running requires shoes, but until those shoes can have bionic springs or little sonic jets in them, it will continue to be pure. Adding a little music to it does it give enough of an advantage or disadvantage to change that.

I can more justify the safety issue when people are running outside. In certain places, not being able to hear can be very detrimental to runners. If you run in the city where people can cause you harm or on streets (city or country) where vehicles can do you harm, you have to be able to hear them coming. I am fortunate that I am an above average height male. In this respect, I feel bad for people where this is not the case and safety becomes an issue. But this only protects me from the first issue. The second issue is more of a question of common sense and self awareness. This second issue could also apply to driving, so should be ban radios from cars?

Okay, the end of my rant. The real reason I wanted to blog on this topic was the irony of the music that comes on at just the right time. Sometimes I listen to audiobooks or podcasts, but when I listen to music, the right music always seems to come on at the right time to give me a smile. Yesterday as rounded my nieghborhood street for the third time with son in the stroller, the Justin Timberlake song “What Goes Around, Comes Around” came on. The day before, as I made the turn on a out-and-back run, I was starting to feel my lungs burn … on came “No Air” by Jordin Sparks. My favorite was when I was really starting to suffer on a big hill towards the end of a long run… Alanis Morissette’s “Uninvited”… go away pain, go away!

I think I should be alble to listen to my music, if only to put the smile on my face instead of the grimis that might otherwise be there. (BTW – my MP3 player is an 8GB Black with Red Creative Zen V Plus. It competes with the Nano and I would take this non-proprietary player over the Apple any day!)