Paranormal Activity

I'm just home from the midnight showing of Paranormal Activity at the AMC downtown at Yonge and Dundas. It was a last-few-hours choice as Jamie sent me a text this afternoon asking if I wanted to see it. And see it I did.

This is the new Blair Witch Project where fear factor is concerned. The tension is built so effectively without use of any incidental music, odd camera angles or any of the stuff that Hollywood has to employ to spook us in a normal film. We're introduced to a young couple in their home where they've been hearing things go bump in the night, and they use a camcorder to try and capture whatever's causing it on screen to better understand it. But there's some stuff you shouldn't mess with. And how.

There were palpable whimpers from many corners of the theatre as the show carried on, each "visit" from the spirit world building on what happened the night before. Even the physchic doesn't want to stick around once he gets a whiff of what's going on in there. The story never leaves the house; it's usually in the bedroom where the terrified couple are awoken night after night by the odd bump, then some bangs, then a crash, and then.... well, it does go on.

So here I am home now and I feel a bit spooked. Okay I feel a lot spooked. I've got a pretty good imagination and don't always need help when it comes to the "what if's" about things that exist out of the corners of our eyes or those odd flickers we get behind us in mirrors. This building is replete with bumps and thuds though (not to mention the choking stench of that incense that stupid girl next door is burning) so I am sure I'll have a heap good time sleeping tonight. Such as it is though. Paul's coming by at 5 AM and we're doing a really early morning workout so he can go do his holiday Monday things and I can go back to bed to get ready for my shift tomorrow night.

Thankfully the things that go bump in the day are nowhere near as threatening to the imagination. At least, not so far.

That is all.