Hostel, Anyone?

Dearest reader, today was one of those days I typed in the word, “Horror” in my Netflix Search. And no, I don’t do this unless I want to scare myself for the following several weeks after watching a horror movie. You see, it has something to do with my overly-creative mind which then replays the horrific scenes in my mind later, when the lights are off and I am supposed to get some sleep-as if!

In hindsight, I have never quite understood my obsession with horror films and why I crave them once in a while. On a normal day, I would stay clear of anything that would trigger my mind in any unpleasant way, but there are those special days when I just want to torture myself. Speaking of torture, I watched Hostel II and III today in a row and all I have to say is this: My brain is still trying to find out what the hell it saw today. I wonder why I do this to myself despite the ravaging warnings from the part of my brain that is actually sensible or sane, for that matter. There are horror movies which are masterpieces ( for example, the works of Guillermo Del Torro) where you could actually connect with the characters and the story, but on the other hand, there is senseless content that preys on terror alone with uninteresting and overstretched backstories such as in the Hostel movies I watched. I feel like I need to wash my brain with soap! It was a lot of terrorizing and not much meaning. The producer/director doesn’t give us enough intimacy with the victims to help us feel utterly crushed for them since barely know them before they are sent to the slaughter house.

I don’t know anything about movies but I know this: I could have taken some time to make people love and sympathize with the victims. For example, in Hostel III, some of the guys who were slaughtered had children I didn’t know of before. A little backstory about the guy’s family couldn’t have hurt anyone. Any way, somewhere in Hostel III I got some ‘Squid Game’ feels a little, especially in the scene when the elite sponsors were watching the slaughter from behind a glass window. I feel like a little bit more could have been done to make the hostel movies more memorable.

With that said, please excuse me I have got some brain-washing to do!

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