But it got me thinking about other movies that give me shivers. I mean, Jaws for one, but that's a more teeth based film. I'll save that for the next blog. Hitchcock's Psycho made such an impression on me, that I was terrified to take a shower for the following month. While the murder scene wasn't particularly scary, it was the victim's final breaths, and the hand grasping for her last few moments that resonates most with the audience.
Maybe. Or we'd be wondering since when did sex turn into olympic gymnastics?
To me, a great film doesn't include a million special effects, nor does it focus on grand explosions and flying monkeys (although The Wizard of Oz did resonate with me as a child). The most renowned directors take the little bits in life and metaphor-ize them, without being all "hey! Hey you! Look at me, I'm a metaphor!" Hands are expressive, and what make us so...human. Sure, we take out the trash with our hands, but we also create with them, hold our children with them, and straighten hair with them. That's all some important shit. When we see a common link between ourselves and the characters, we relate to them. We realize we could be them. You too, could be in the back of a car with Leonardo DiCaprio. Just think about that.
Unless we're getting manicures 24/7, we don't often think about our hands. They're very lovely extremities, if you ask me. Maybe they could look a little more terrifying when I unleash the "claws," but other than that, I have no complaints. But we don't typically see the mundane as a defining moment or sexy. These films remind us that it's not what we have that allows glamour, but we we use it.
Namaste.
True, it's more intriguing if you can't see the whole thing ;)
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