We're listening to the War of the Worlds broadcast. I haven't listened to it in years. It's actually incredibly realistic--I don't think it's weird that it caused a panic. Have you listened to it??
God I love that book I have never listened to the broadcast version though!
The book is so visual... it's so easy to picture the scale of the invasion. A huge open meadow with monsters marching in the distance... picturing their rays as a kind of disturbance in the air, only to see a village in its path spontaneously erupt into flames. The huge pit where the narrator finds they are replicating themselves, all full of red ivy. The flipping terrifying eternity that he spends locked up in a stranger's pantry, and like he is almost about to kill the guy cause he's freaking out and drawing attention to them, but then maybe he dies of his own accord? uhghghgghghhghg. Often when I am in crowds I picture the scene where he is back in a town and people are hauling their belongings everywhere, and there is some kind of carriage-related crushing. UGHGHHGHGGG!!!
I guess it's so vivid because it's first-person, right? So good
I even like the Tom Cruise version, because it has pretty good special effects and good use of contrasting loud chaos/quiet tension. And I like those actors Tom Cruise and Dakota Fanning, they're damn fine Ac-tors
yeah the loud/quiet in the movie version is good. When he and the girl are trying to silently creep around in the house while the alien camera eyeball casually hunts for them!!
the radio version is awesome. All kinds of great sound effects and good voice acting. Ends with Orson Welles just being like "can anyone hear me. Is anyone broadcasting. Hello. Hello."
In my opinion, the Tom Cruise version (and the trailer for it) are the reason that every suspenseful movie's trailer now includes a loud "BWOMMMMMMP.......BWOMMMMMMP" noise when "the shit hits the fan".
It really gets at the paranoia of being observed I was just having this thought the other day "man, it has been a while since I looked out of my window at night and automatically pictured a horrifying ghoul staring in"
I always thought the BWOMMMP....BWOMMMPP came from the excellent use of John Adams "Fog Tropes" in "Shutter Island," but is that so nerdy of me that it is hilarious?/
Every time I look out a window at night I think of a ghoul staring in. I think of that classic ghost story about the person putting the jigsaw puzzle together and they slowly realize the puzzle is a depiction of the exact room they are in, from their exact perspective, and as they continue horrifyingly putting the pieces together they slowly develop a feeling of dread about the window specifically, and they keep putting the pieces together and more and more of their actual current room/perspective keeps appearing and the final piece is the window, exactly like their own window, except with a horrific face staring in, and they look up at the climax of the story and see that the face is REALLY THERE
File under - Getting the feeling there could be a shark in the swimming pool - Closing your eyes in the shower only to get the feeling when you open them a horror will be standing right in front of you
"- Getting the feeling there could be a shark in the swimming pool"
My neighborhood pool's swim team name was the Killer Whales, and I was super convinced that a killer whale was definitely on the other side of the pool wall, and could see me through the light fixtures.
I think there are different arms under every bed. Maybe they grow from spores at the box spring factory? The best defense is to put your mattress directly on the floor, though sometimes that just drives them into the closet.
These things are almost laughable in comparison to the murderer who is waiting to kill me when I have to take the garbage out late at night. He is almost definitely real.
Also, as I was typing that, in a humorous spirit, I realized that I actually do have to take the garbage out right now (midnight), and I'm really not stoked.
There are not only rape murderers but also zombies waiting for me out by the recycling bin
Under the bed is just a regular murderer, but a real mean one, like he's there because he really wants to murder you, he's not going to accidentally murder you
Any other ladies out there have this thing with looking under the car at night? Somehow in junior high there circulated a probably apocryphal anecdote about a dude who hid under cars and then as you were getting in he reached out and slashed your achilles tendon with a knife so you couldn't run away.
This seems way too elaborate to be real but I think about it every time I get in my car at night.
Omg I fkg hate this allegory for our destroyed souls Night of the living dead was like come on guys lets take a good look at our humanity Now it's like let's make a zombie movie so we can show humans just being mowed down
I want a zombie movie as an allegory of positive unification Come one, come all, let us eat the ills of this world together! We can dismantle the burden of individualism
I too would like to see that movie the burden of individualism is arguably the subtext of all zombie movies but I would love to see it turned on its ear in this way
Still very pumped on this. I love the most brutal exploration of our self-hatred and our oppressive sense of ourselves pressing down relentlessly on ourselves, facelessly Humanity as SWARM
In Day of the Dead a zombie named Bob re-asserts his humanity and helps the struggling band of scientists defeat the power-hungry army guys
A scientist has been doing experiments on Bob--he has Bob chained to a wall, and he puts headphones on him and makes him listen to Beethoven's 9th symphony over and over again. Through this, Bob somehow reconnects with his soul and develops some sort of primitive set of human feelings again. And saves the day!
That movie might be the first one where the rescuing/protecting army slowly turns into the bad guys, scarier than the zombies. Arguably in Night Of this is the case but they aren't army guys they're a metaphorical redneck lynch mob
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the broadcast from the farm getting cut off in the middle of screaming and then the announcer is like "well here is some piano music"
I have never listened to the broadcast version though!
The book is so visual... it's so easy to picture the scale of the invasion. A huge open meadow with monsters marching in the distance... picturing their rays as a kind of disturbance in the air, only to see a village in its path spontaneously erupt into flames. The huge pit where the narrator finds they are replicating themselves, all full of red ivy. The flipping terrifying eternity that he spends locked up in a stranger's pantry, and like he is almost about to kill the guy cause he's freaking out and drawing attention to them, but then maybe he dies of his own accord? uhghghgghghhghg. Often when I am in crowds I picture the scene where he is back in a town and people are hauling their belongings everywhere, and there is some kind of carriage-related crushing. UGHGHHGHGGG!!!
I guess it's so vivid because it's first-person, right? So good
the radio version is awesome. All kinds of great sound effects and good voice acting. Ends with Orson Welles just being like "can anyone hear me. Is anyone broadcasting. Hello. Hello."
I liked the movie though.
Orson Welles was so hot when he was young
I often put him on my female gaze blog newgaze.tumblr.com
I was just having this thought the other day "man, it has been a while since I looked out of my window at night and automatically pictured a horrifying ghoul staring in"
Every time I look out a window at night I think of a ghoul staring in. I think of that classic ghost story about the person putting the jigsaw puzzle together and they slowly realize the puzzle is a depiction of the exact room they are in, from their exact perspective, and as they continue horrifyingly putting the pieces together they slowly develop a feeling of dread about the window specifically, and they keep putting the pieces together and more and more of their actual current room/perspective keeps appearing and the final piece is the window, exactly like their own window, except with a horrific face staring in, and they look up at the climax of the story and see that the face is REALLY THERE
- Getting the feeling there could be a shark in the swimming pool
- Closing your eyes in the shower only to get the feeling when you open them a horror will be standing right in front of you
My neighborhood pool's swim team name was the Killer Whales, and I was super convinced that a killer whale was definitely on the other side of the pool wall, and could see me through the light fixtures.
I think this shark is related to the creepy night arm that is just about to grab your ankle from under the bed.
how is it under so many beds at the same time?
Also, as I was typing that, in a humorous spirit, I realized that I actually do have to take the garbage out right now (midnight), and I'm really not stoked.
Under the bed is just a regular murderer, but a real mean one, like he's there because he really wants to murder you, he's not going to accidentally murder you
Any other ladies out there have this thing with looking under the car at night? Somehow in junior high there circulated a probably apocryphal anecdote about a dude who hid under cars and then as you were getting in he reached out and slashed your achilles tendon with a knife so you couldn't run away.
This seems way too elaborate to be real but I think about it every time I get in my car at night.
World War Z looks FUCKING TIGHT
I am so pumped! Have not been this pumped on a z movie since 28 days later!!!
Also has the BWOMMP....BWOMMPPP vibe
Brad Pitt in a z movie! The z movie has officially become prestige genre
Night of the living dead was like come on guys lets take a good look at our humanity
Now it's like let's make a zombie movie so we can show humans just being mowed down
Come one, come all, let us eat the ills of this world together!
We can dismantle the burden of individualism
the burden of individualism is arguably the subtext of all zombie movies but I would love to see it turned on its ear in this way
Still very pumped on this. I love the most brutal exploration of our self-hatred and our oppressive sense of ourselves pressing down relentlessly on ourselves, facelessly
Humanity as SWARM
A scientist has been doing experiments on Bob--he has Bob chained to a wall, and he puts headphones on him and makes him listen to Beethoven's 9th symphony over and over again. Through this, Bob somehow reconnects with his soul and develops some sort of primitive set of human feelings again. And saves the day!
That movie might be the first one where the rescuing/protecting army slowly turns into the bad guys, scarier than the zombies. Arguably in Night Of this is the case but they aren't army guys they're a metaphorical redneck lynch mob
What a weird movie(s)