Friday, October 16, 2009

One more thought on "100 Feet": A Quick Rant

Back on Wednesday I posted a mini-review of the excellent Eric Red thriller 100 Feet, which you can see here. One other thought keeps popping up and I really have to express it. It's spoiler filled so read at your own risk as you really should check this one out.

*spolier coming - there's no jump, just scroll fast*
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Okay, so I get a little more annoyed with the main character Marnie the more I think about things. You're trapped in your house which is haunted by the ghost of your very angry and very abusive dead husband. A man who nearly killed you when you wanted to leave him because he viewed you has his property. For some reason - in your loneliness, your frustration, your admiration of his really sweet ass - decide it's a good idea to hump the very humpy and much younger delivery boy who lives down the street. (You cougar, you.)

Anyhow, how do you not know that your ghosty hubby is going to kill him? He's kicked the crap outta you repeatedly, so of course he's going to violently murder (and really, it was rather gross) the guy who you essentially cuckolded him with. (Dead or not, when he's still in the house and you're banging away at Ed Westwick and it's not his thing to watch... he's gonna get pissed.)

Marnie is a flawed character and very human (for an ex-model called "The Dutch Treat," I'm always very impressed with Famke Janssen), but no matter how much of a dumbass you are - or how little perspective you have on a situation - you HAD to know that was a BAD IDEA.

Really, it annoys me to think about. Sure, faced with that kinda pretty I'm doubting anyone would think far past "must touch now" but when ghosties have already yanked your hand into an in-sink-erator, you gotta figure they're gonna introduce your new swimsuit-area-friend to the marble mantelpiece. Seriously. Dude.

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I feel so much better getting that off my chest. I really should delay these write-ups a bit more so ideas can properly percolate.

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