prashantr<\/a> )who insisted we see it together. “Damn”, I thought, just before we began, “I hope I enjoy this.” This was because some fine Factory-going folks had liked the idea of an eerie-looking kid staring at the camera with his legs curled up to his chin, and had proceeded to make everyone<\/i> in a fine Factory-produced movie look eerie and stare at the camera. (Vaastu Shastra<\/i>, for the uninitiated)<\/p>\nHalf an hour into Ju-On, I was glad I wasn’t watching it alone. I was also shit-scared.<\/p>\n
The way I tackle a horror movie is this – whenever there is no background music to be heard, it means someone’s behind the camera and the pretty young thing\/thang is going to have his guts chomped out. Whenever there’s scary music coming by, it implies that there is a cat making that scary sound the PYT is trying to find out more about,and the music is playing you for a sucker. Whenever there is gore\/blood\/angst, you just think of the make-up man who’s worked hard to get the product you’re seeing on screen. You think of the director who’s probably grinning in the chair, thinking of the moolah his scary movie will make. You think of what probably happens once the shot is over, the protagonists sharing a cup of coffee and a good laugh about the scare-shots of the day. And most of the time, everything’s dark and hazy, and you know the real scary part is going to come at the end of the movie, when ( if you’re lucky enough, and the crew has a good team on prosthetics and make-up ) you come to the Big Scare, the orgasmic moment you’ve been waiting for.<\/p>\n
With Ju-On<\/i>, I was caught a little..off-guard. <\/p>\n
I know<\/i> there is a scary-looking kid involved. I know<\/i> it’s about a curse. But man-o-man-o-man, I was not prepared for this. The opening sequence, shot in grainy filters. The non-linear story. What happens to you when you try hiding under a blanket. How creepy the sight of a silent old woman can be. The effectiveness of a no-holds-barred scream. (it’s tough to find an actress who screams out loud without you silently urging her to die quicker and scream a little less) The sheer effectiveness of minimal music, or no music at all. Methinks Amar Mohile and the rest of the noisy synth-mongers in the Indian Horror Movie scene can learn much from Ju-On.<\/p>\n
When the movie was over, we decided to watch a little bit of Caligula, to get over the freaked-outness. The movie didn’t really gel, not even the sight of Roman nymphets in innovative positions and the brother-sister romp in the woods. Off to bed we went.<\/p>\n
The next night, there was a decision to be taken. Do we go ahead and watch a sequel, which, going by the law of averages, would be trashier than the original, and far less scarier, thereby nullifying the nice memories of the previous night? Or do we go for the safer Big Fish<\/i>? Or something more sedate, like American Chai<\/i>? “The heck with it, let’s watch Ju-On 2”, was the decision. Fifteen minutes into the movie, we nearly gave up – the knot in my tummy was actually unravelling to that semi-annoying, semi-bored state which says – “oh get it over with already” – because the buildup was a little more convoluted this time. <\/p>\n
Well, the movie turned out to be scarier than the first one. And weirder. Gave a whole new meaning to the concept of parallel storylines. It was really<\/i> two things happening to the same two persons at the same time. <\/p>\n
Right. The movie ends. We say – “Another movie.” I go to the DVD player and take the DVD out. Cover in one hand, disc in the other. I sneak a peek at the cover, at the kid with the eerie stare, and blink, allowing the goosepimples to subside.<\/p>\n
Powercut.<\/p>\n
I am not really proud of my jittery reactions that night. It was dark, and we didn’t have a candle, and as we sat in the darkness with our cellphones clutched in our hands ( with their reassuring glow), we talked about things too asinine to mention here, to take our minds off the movie. Weird sounds, magnified a hundredfold because of The Ju-On Effect came floating from the kitchen. (Prashant: “The rats are really acting up tonight”. Nervous giggle. Me: “Yeah.” Gulp. “They sound a little..different.” ) There was a skitter, just like the way the dead girl made when she slid down the stairs. A thump, like that of the girl and her boyfriend who ended up swinging in the living room. Finally, as a dish crashed to the ground – we could take it no longer, and went out for a walk in the garden, where it was considerably brighter than in our living room, and yakked a bit until a grumpy lady from the flat above shouted at us. <\/p>\n
I did manage to fall asleep, and there were no nightmares, and we laughed over it the next day. But you know what – we were really<\/i> scared that night.<\/p>\n
Ringu<\/i> didn’t affect me a lot, maybe because I had seen the English version before the Japanese, and was prepared for the story and its twists ( the shock-effects in the US version were predictable, except for the flash of the dead girl with a horrified expression in the cupboard) Ju-On<\/i> did. My record as unscaring movie-goer is thus laid to rest. How’s that for a confession?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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