Posted on: July 14, 2009

“‘Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one’s gonna save you from the beast about strike
You know it’s thriller, thriller night
You’re fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight”

Watching Psycho (1960) reminds me of how horror transformed from dying from fatal stab wounds and then being disposed by “drowning” in the depths of a lake (goodness knows how deep it was purposely made out to sink a whole car) while trapped in the trunk of a car, to having one’s head being caught in a bear trap that threatens to snap one’s head off. Clean.

Just seconds ago, I saw a private detective skittering down a flight of stairs after being stabbed. By skittering, I meant skilfully keeping on one’s two feet while falling from the top flight of stairs.

Again, cinema of the past amazes me. Horrifying… Almost.

(Smiles deviously)


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