by manekochan » Sun Apr 29, 2012 2:09 am
UGH! Just finished watching "the Divide". Bleak, bleak bleak. This is one of those movies that you feel worse for having seen. Like your soul now has a sheen of slime on it. It does what it sets out to do and does so very well, but I don't go in for post-apocalyptic movies almost as a rule. The serious ones tend to be too bleeeeaaakkk and depressing for me. And, hey! Guess, what! This one is no exception. Of course, you already knew that, since I... told you in my 2nd sentence. But, good Lord...
I think I've expressed my odd relationship with films like this-- I call them "soul-wearying". 8mm, Apt Pupil, Pan's Labyrinth (depending on my mood), The Prestige, 28 Days/Weeks Later, Carriers, I Am Legend, Dawn of the Dead, shows like the Walking Dead-- I enjoy them to an extent. In fact, the majority of them that I've seen have been good. But, while I'm watching them I feel it chipping away at something inside me. This movie, while fairly good and BRILLIANTLY brutal and realistic, is one of the films that I never need to see again and was difficult to watch the first time. It only solidifies my previous thought that, if the apocalypse does happen, I hope like hell I die during the initial explosion/invasion/meterostrike, whatever.
Brock: Honestly, Hank, where do you pick that stuff up? I never see you read!
Dean: It's weird, right?
Brock: It's like he channels dead crazy people!