Movie Review: Paranormal Activity
Eddie had picked out 3 movies for us to watch with Mom and Brian the other night: Paranormal Activity, Jennifer’s Body, and District 9. I didn’t really think that either of them would be interested in District 9 (although Mom liked it when we did watch it), Brian would enjoy Jennifer’s Body for the nubile girlies but Mom would probably hate it, and we’d only rented Paranormal Activity and Mom really wanted to see it, so that’s what we ended up watching.
I’d heard mixed reviews of it before we watched it. Some people thought it was stupid and didn’t live up to its hype. Some people thought that the hype was well-deserved and that it was the scariest thing ever.
Me? I didn’t think that it was the scariest thing ever. It had its moments where you’d jump a little in your seat, but scary? No. But creepy? Oh hell yes.
I’m one of those people who will replay a movie’s creepiest moments in my head, and things that didn’t seem that bad while sitting in the living room with the lights on are suddenly magnified while I’m laying in bed with the lights off. The strange twin girls with their synchronized walking and the slow-motion tidal wave of blood in The Shining, for example. The woman cooking in the kitchen and the poisoned little girl in The Sixth Sense had me up for the night. While I thought the movie itself was a huge waste of time and money, the mass suicides of The Happening were freaky to me.
In Paranormal Activity, you know when something is going to happen. It’s the fact that you don’t know what’s happening that messes with your head. Plus, like Cloverfield, you don’t actually see anything happen, so your mind fills in the blanks. The little bits of actual action that you do see are so brief and subtle that you wonder if you saw them at all.
Right before Eddie turned off the bedroom light, he rolled over, kissed me, and told me “Now don’t get all freaked out about the movie and stay up all night.” Until that point I hadn’t thought of the movie since Eddie turned it off after watching the alternate (and freakier, he tells me) ending. Naturally, I was up for another hour replaying scenes in my head – the bumps, the flickering lights, the shadows and footfalls in an empty hallway, the standard fodder for horror movies for a century that were suddenly exponentially creepier in the bedroom than they had been a couple of hours earlier.
And I’ll probably watch it again at some point just to get creeped out again.


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