Sunday, July 22, 2012

The Burning (1981)

How have I never seen The Burning? The guy who plays Cropsey is a frequent convention attender, as am I.   I had to actually check if this was before Terror Train or after, since they seem to have a similar concept.  It's after, although I'm not accusing of any copying ;)

So some guys played a prank at a summer camp, resulting in the caretaker getting horribly burned and spending quite some time in the hospital.  He gets out, immediately grabs a hooker, and slices her up with some scissors.  Oooops.  Then he's back to camp.  There's a bunch of super-douches there, including George Costanza from Seinfeld.  LoL.

As part of my marriage, and my agreed love for horror movies, I am required to notify my husband each time boobs are present in a horror movie.  I called him for these, yet warned him that they were small and infrequent.  Soooo, warning to the male readers of this blog.  So once Cropsy is back and armed with garden shears, the counselors don't have too much of a chance.  Once one disappears, the others go searching and get met with Cropsy himself.  Ooooops.

The rest continues as a typical slasher.  Everyone tries to find everyone else, or get away, but they keep running into Cropsy and getting stabbed.  So annoying.  They somehow find a mine shaft (??)  and run into problems there.  This movie obviously came out at the height of 80s slasher flicks, and while you can find worse, you could find better as well.

Fun fact.  This movie was shot near and around Buffalo, New York, where most people think I'm from when I say I'm from upstate NY.  I'm actually from about 6 hours from Buffalo, as it's Western NY, and has little to do (geography-wise) with Upstate.

Megan is Missing (2011)

When I saw Megan is Missing in my suggested Netflix instant  queue, I blew it off as some horrible faux-documentary ripoff of Strangeland.  But then I kept hearing about it here and there -- on Facebook, blogs, and the like.  When I finally got myself committed back to actually writing on this blog after a crazy few weeks, I thought this movie would be a good place to start.

Megan is Missing is about two friends named Megan and Amy.  Megan seems like a bit of a turboslut, but we learn that she's had a tough past, including being molested by her stepfather when she was super young.  Her friend Amy is kind of an outsider -- pretty, but plain, shy, and not into the whole party and sex scene like her friend Megan.  Megan meets a totally cute skater guy (Josh) online and makes plans to meet him at a party, they don't connect, yet continue to chat online.  They make plans to meet up again, and Megan and Amy even chat with Josh together.

After heading out to meet up with Josh, Megan disappears.  The news stations jump all over the story, and surveillance footage shows her being led away by a mysterious man.  Meanwhile, Amy holds faith that Megan is okay, even continuing to contact Josh and chronicle her feelings about Megan's disappearance on her video diary.  Three weeks later, while filming, Amy is abducted as well.

The last 22 minutes of the film are the infamous "22 minutes" talked about in the various reviews and blogs.  They are disturbing for sure.  Not Martyrs-level in my opinion, but pretty damn close.  There's not an incredible amount of gore to see, but it's what you don't see that fucks with your brain.  The fact is, this kind of stuff happens every day, and that's the horrifying part of this movie.

At risk of being a curmudgeon, I worry for teenagers these days.  When I was younger, I partied.  I started drinking when I was in my early teens, but nothing like the kind of stuff you see in this movie, and with modern teenagers in general.  It was usually just a bunch of kids with a keg in the woods, huddled around a fire laughing, and stumbling back to our neighborhoods afterwards.  Chat rooms were first coming around when I was 15 or so, and sure, friends and I would goof around chatting with guys, but would never agree to meet up, or go any farther.  We'd wander around our neighborhoods late at night, always in groups, and looking out for each other.

With teenagers now, there's so much that puts their faces and information out on the internet.  Facebook, Instagram, Skype, Twitter,  FourSquare.  With "checking in" and all that nonsense, anyone who is someone's "friend" can see where they physically are at all times.  Like how fucking scary is that?  If some crazypants wants to find you, it would not be that hard.  This internet craziness is happening all the time, and although this movie isn't real, it's a true social commentary.

Megan is Missing is disturbing, but well made and topical and definitely worth a watch.  I kind of want to chain my social network crazy 17 year old cousin to a chair and make her watch it over and over until she never even thinks of talking to a random dude.  Also, Scream Queen needs a drink now.