Okay, so I'm writing this blog later than I told Bernadette that I would (though at this time of night, who really keeps track?). For those of you who aren't accustomed to the same internet slang as I am, the initial p in the picture stands for 'pretty', not anything else you might be reading into it. It's safe to say that we saw "The Strangers" tonight; however, I still can't pinpoint what exactly we saw. Generally, I try to stay away from horror movies that claim to be based on a true story if only for the fact that they're usually just about some sort of deranged serial killer(s) killing some regular people in gruesome fashion, but this one looked like it had something supernatural about it. Turns out, I was wrong. Parts of this movie make you want to believe it's got something supernatural behind it, but all it really amounted to was eighty five minutes of build up (involving classic horror elements like chase scenes, the atmosphere, and ambient sounds to scare you) and five minutes of snuff. Then it ends in a somewhat matter of fact manner, letting you know flat out that you saw 95% of a decent horror movie and 5% of a documentary about the murders (yes, people die, that shouldn't spoil anything for you if you're masochistic enough to still want to see this movie) that occurred one night at an out-of-the-way cabin. Does this movie have scares? Yes. Does this movie have blood and guts? Yes. Does this movie leave you feeling like you watched a complete movie? No, and I think that's the worst thing you can do to a moviegoer.
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