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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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we women typically see more blood
 "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned"Everybody has their own stories of high school, and a girl like Carrie probably existed in quite a few of them. They might not share her talent for telekinesis, or her misfortune at having a fanatical mother, but I'm sure they're standing somewhere at the fringes of your memories. The jittery girl who tries to stay hidden, but looks on at the crowd all the same. Always the outsider looking in. Hell, most girls used to be that girl. Except something changed, times changed, we changed- and got accepted. More or less. Carrie is a dramatisation of these girls, what could have been, how it could have been... And note that I repeatedly say girls, because the entire story is also an extremely fucked up tale of the bloody cycle. And it also screams 'girl power'. Take it to the King to write a period joke for what is truly is- funny for the first 2 seconds before it quickly turns crude and prudish. The remake is anything but a joke though. It was pretty much a solid, emotional powerhouse. There were very few scenes that made me jump in my seat, but having read the novel and watched the 1976 movie, there really is very few scares left in Carrie to really make me scream. Margaret White is one of them, because, lets be honest, her fanatical ignorance is the real monster. And yet, she's still a mother, and no matter how twisted her love is, it's still the only bond that her daughter really ever knew. That's the thing about the story; its monsters aren't satanic, ghostly, or... cursed, whatever. Its monsters are human beings with all too familiar characteristics and complexities. Margaret White, Chris Hargensen, Billy Nolan, Carrie White, and all the nameless, faceless girls screaming, 'Plug it up, plug it up!' And the movie carried the message well enough for the audience to relate to their own moments of weaknesses. The instances when we all turned into monsters. In the end, Carrie did manage to pass off as a horror/thriller genre, but the intimate time the audience spent with Carrie White made me feel that the story is more of a tragedy. The life and death of a girl who could have been more. |