Last night, we went to see this movie:
I wouldn't recommend it, not because the story line took too long to get to the crux of the matter. Nor that it looked amateur-ishly made, as in all the scenes, a hand-held video camera was used. Not even because the sound quality was under par. But rather, for the reason that films like this Creep. Me. Out. I can handle ghosts, vampires, werewolves, axe-murderers, psychos etc, but the paranormal and supernatural are a fact of life and not to be messed with.
It didn't help that last night's storm brought with it dampened pollen spores playing havoc with my histamine excretions. It didn't help that mosquitoes rejoice with wet muggy weather and their appetites increase. Nor did it help that we had a late glass of orange juice. And each time I got out of my mosquito net covered bed, I thought on the movie and freaked myself out.
The house is awfully dark in the early hours of the morning. I have to pass through two rooms and a corridor to get to the bathroom and thereby the first aid / supplements / medical cupboard. The house is awfully noisy in the early hours of the morning, too. I have to pass through two DARK rooms and a corridor to stand in the light. Time slows down and a lot can happen - in the mind of an imaginative Machinist's wife during the course of the journey.
I am grateful that the Machinist was sleeping facing me. I am grateful that the Machinist was sleeping noisily. But most of all, I'm grateful for daylight...