Movies We’ve Watched: Sinister
I saw Sinister last night.
I didn’t particularly like it.
Let me clarify in advance, that this is not a movie review; despite its slow pace and lack of suspense, the film itself was smartly made. No, it’s much bigger than this latest Hoywood offering. It’s about the demise of the the horror genre.
We have become so desensitized and immune to ghastly images; that a classic like The Exorcist, which during its 1973 release caused some audience members to pass out during the infamous Crucifix scene, would virtually elicit no response in a generation that has grown up on the manic ‘Saw’ series.
I long for the golden years of the genre, back when Freddy was new to Elm Street, Jamie Lee Curtis had just discovered her brother was a killer, and the only thoughts Chucky had was of murder, not a bride.
It seems the further Hollywood pushes to shock and scare us; the more immunity we build. Each Halloween they bombard us with cheap slasher flicks that are quickly forgotten by Thanksgiving.
This isn’t a movie review. It’s an ode to the movies that made me love the genre as a child.