I always love going to see scary movies at the theater. Few things in life are quite as exhilarating as having the living bejeezus scared out of you in the company of others-- except for, perhaps, taking a recreational flight with JFK Jr., or stopping at a gas station in a Washington suburb to top off your tank. Yup, scary movies are a great way to harmlessly shave hours off your life.
What's that, you say? Ghost Ship wasn't scary? I'm really not sure what you mean. Personally, I could never tell when the movie was going to scare me. The steady orchestrated crescendo that eventually lead up to a ghost appearance never clued me in. Or what about the clever idea of having Julianna Marguilles walk down a dark, decrepit hallway while facing backward!! Who would have thought a ghost would pop up behind her just like that?! Jesus Christ that was unpredictable! There should be warning labels on these things. Phew!
I also thoroughly enjoyed the 30 minute lapse in action when the writers felt it was time to practice their banal dialogue skills rather than justify the expenditure of your hard-earned money. How utterly chilling that was! And what about that Desmond Harrington? His portrayal of a demon was so stirring, it almost compelled me to wake up and crank out a huge deuce. Not every Hollywood company can spring for talent the likes of this young man. Creepy!
I know you're practically wetting yourself in fright, so I'll keep the review short. I'd like to leave you with a short thought: After about 30 minutes of watching Ghost Ship, I found myself sobbing uncontrollably. I realized later that it wasn't from the pure terror manifested in me by this movie, but rather because I knew that someone, somewhere saw me purchase tickets to this movie. The horror, the horror. |
