Day 22: The Ring (2002)
“Seven days…”
I saw metformin 500 mg dosage this film twice in theatres when it was released. It was terrifying. Then I bought the DVD when that came out. I probably saw it one or two more times after that. Then I couldn’t watch it anymore. It disturbed me. I couldn’t see the faces of Samara’s victims anymore. So what did I do? I sold the DVD back to the store. I didn’t even want to own it. True story.
So this metformin weight loss 1000 mg was my first time revisiting The Ring in several years. I really like effectively frightening/freaky films, as already evidenced by my writeup of The Mothman Prophecies. Ring has an awesomely simple and freaky premise — you watch a videotape, you get a call with a young girl’s voice whispering, “Seven days…”, and seven days later you die. Great premise.
As I sat down to watch the film, and remembered it was awesomely directed by Gore Verbinski, I slowly started to get back into what freaked me out so much. Although, I had forgotten how disturbing the victim’s faces are when that seventh day arrives. I was thinking maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe I was over it. Maybe I had gotten over my fear of Samara. I was wrong. That first girl’s face was just as horrifying as it was years ago when I first saw it and when I decided I could never see it again.
But I was past that first scene, and I thought I was home free. Then freaky shit kept happening with Naomi Watts, like the nightmare she has of Samara sitting immobile in her son’s bedroom, and when she approaches, Samara quickly grabs her arm and there’s a shriek. And it’s also the sound design. It’s the videotape imagery itself. Come to think of it, I think it’s really the overall imagery that Verbinski creates that mostly disturbs me, with the videotape being some sort of surrealist homage to Luis Buñuel & Salvador Dali’s infamous short film, Un Chien Andalou, and the eyeball-slicing scene in particular.
Either way, no matter what it is exactly that terrifies me, I failed to continue watching The Ring. At around 50 minutes, I turned it off. Knowing what lay ahead, and especially one of the freakiest and shocking things ever put on film near the end, I just couldn’t continue watching. I couldn’t.
But you should! Seriously, this is an awesome film. I may not be able to ever watch it again, but if you haven’t seen it already, it’s great. It’s terrifying as shit and a great scary movie to check out if you’re in that kind of Halloween mood, as we hope you already are 22 days into our marathon. That’s enough from me. I can’t even talk about The Ring anymore. I’m gonna go watch Notting Hill again.
