This post contains some swearing. You have been warned.
I watched It (2017) a few days ago. It’s a psychological horror movie that’s somewhat similar in theme to The Exorcist. This film adaptation is based on the original 1986 Stephen King novel, although my memory of the book is quite fuzzy because it’s been so long since I read it — the only thing I remember was that the antagonist, Pennywise, is some weird, interdimensional being who preys on people’s fears. He is able to manifest negative emotions and mental images of our worst fears into reality, preying on his victims while they succumb to their inner terror.
My worst fear when watching a movie in the cinema is to be disturbed by other patrons — to the point where I am unable to focus and enjoy the show. I am the type of viewer who demands absolute attention when watching any form of entertainment. If you can’t even give it your full 100 percent attention, then why did you pay for the $8.50 ticket to enter?
That was exactly what was going through my mind as I was constantly disturbed by the group of teenagers seated to my left. One of them could not stop checking his mobile phone, and kept making dumbass comments to his friends like: “I don’t get it, why is it a clown with piranha teeth? I don’t get why blah blah blah…”
Listen up you fucking ch** b** piece of shit. If the movie director was going to handhold you and explain to you the Who What When Where and Why of everything about It, then it wouldn’t be a good horror movie any more. Part of the suspense of watching any good psychological thriller, is to try and figure out for yourself what’s going on. And if you still don’t fully understand what’s happening, then just sit back and enjoy the ride. Dumbass Teenagers also kept going to the toilet (?) non-stop throughout the show. I lost count at the four to five mark.
But it gets worse. There was this old auntie seated to my right who just simply could not stop muttering to herself “Aiyoh!!”. Every time something scary happened, “Aiyoh!”
This went on for almost the full 2.5 hour duration of the movie. Dumbass Teen takes out his phone + “Aiyoh!”. Repeat. For a fucking two-and-a-half HOURS. At one point I seriously considered switching seats to one of the empty front rows, but I endured and stayed in my hellhole spot.
It was when the end credits had started to roll after the finale, that I finally understood what had happened. Pennywise had broken the fourth wall. My greatest fear in the cinema, manifested to its most absolute, terrifying form, by a movie about facing your fears and overcoming them. Well done.
Ryuu ga waga teki AIYOH go fuck yourselves.