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The Current State of Horror
Boy, horror films are fucking terrible today.
This realization hit me when I was sitting on YouTube one day and was bombarded left and right with a trailer for The Boy. After seeing this trailer over and over again, I found it to be a shame that we don’t let James Holmes out on special occasions for films such as this. If he were to open up gunfire on whatever audience is paying to see this crap, the human species would be strengthened and Donald Trump’s poll numbers would finally decrease.
This trailer I might add would have also shortened the time span of the Iraq War if it were used to torture the Taliban.
It’s fucking ridiculous how horror movies have become nothing but jump scares that comprise of a film score so loud it’ll tear your eardrums into strips of beef jerky and images of someone’s face violently shaking to the left and right really fast, usually with their mouth as wide open as it can possibly stretch.
When did the rough draft of a late 90s Nine Inch Nails album become something that could make it into cinemas all across the country?
In a world filled with overly politically correct pussies and whiny babies on college campuses who demand trigger warnings in the work of Shakespeare yet can look at unfiltered images of Caitlyn Jenner without vomiting at this modern day take on Rocky Dennis with tits, I feel like this is the only thing that film studios will allow.
I suppose I can’t really blame them since I can still hear the echo of overly sensitive crowds crying about Eli Roth, Saw and “torture porn”. Ugh, it’s like Tipper Gore fucked Ronald Reagan and spit out a legion of these fucking pussies.
When it comes to The Boy, the best thing you could do is pocket your money and hunt down a copy of the film Magic. It’s a film that involves a dummy that was probably made when your parents were barely cum, but it’s actually horror, a film that will get under your skin.
But, if we’re going by comparison, there is more fear and an unsettling feeling to be found in the original artwork of the cover for the Goosebumps book Night of the Living Dummy than there is in the entirety of The Boy.
The current state of horror is just another look into the sad realization of how my generation is the first generation to look back at our parents as the cooler group.
This realization hit me when I was sitting on YouTube one day and was bombarded left and right with a trailer for The Boy. After seeing this trailer over and over again, I found it to be a shame that we don’t let James Holmes out on special occasions for films such as this. If he were to open up gunfire on whatever audience is paying to see this crap, the human species would be strengthened and Donald Trump’s poll numbers would finally decrease.
This trailer I might add would have also shortened the time span of the Iraq War if it were used to torture the Taliban.
It’s fucking ridiculous how horror movies have become nothing but jump scares that comprise of a film score so loud it’ll tear your eardrums into strips of beef jerky and images of someone’s face violently shaking to the left and right really fast, usually with their mouth as wide open as it can possibly stretch.
When did the rough draft of a late 90s Nine Inch Nails album become something that could make it into cinemas all across the country?
In a world filled with overly politically correct pussies and whiny babies on college campuses who demand trigger warnings in the work of Shakespeare yet can look at unfiltered images of Caitlyn Jenner without vomiting at this modern day take on Rocky Dennis with tits, I feel like this is the only thing that film studios will allow.
I suppose I can’t really blame them since I can still hear the echo of overly sensitive crowds crying about Eli Roth, Saw and “torture porn”. Ugh, it’s like Tipper Gore fucked Ronald Reagan and spit out a legion of these fucking pussies.
When it comes to The Boy, the best thing you could do is pocket your money and hunt down a copy of the film Magic. It’s a film that involves a dummy that was probably made when your parents were barely cum, but it’s actually horror, a film that will get under your skin.
But, if we’re going by comparison, there is more fear and an unsettling feeling to be found in the original artwork of the cover for the Goosebumps book Night of the Living Dummy than there is in the entirety of The Boy.
The current state of horror is just another look into the sad realization of how my generation is the first generation to look back at our parents as the cooler group.
