|She must have seen his acting|
So it was with great trepidation that my Day Carer agreed to accompany me to the cinema last night. The last scary film she watched was Carrie. And that took her many hours and many visits to the kitchen for restorative cups of tea to plough through, eventually reaching the end with a relieved sigh, she stood up to switch off the TV. Only for Carrie's hand to shoot through the soil of her grave and scare the soil out of my Day Carer.
I persuaded her to come by pointing out it was a 12A. 'How bad can it be?' I mocked gently.
Well, I won't give the game away, but it was stuffed to the gunnels with stoney-eyed locals who loomed out of the mist at every opportunity saying things like : We don't waaaant you here. Git back on t'train t' Lahndahn.'
My brief review is this: Daniel Radcliffe is now a fully-paid up member of the Keanu Reeves Woodwork School of Acting. There are lots of dead children with white faces. There is a Woman in Black who pops up alarmingly in a dark and spooky old house. Victorian Toys are inherently demonic in appearance. And never, EVER open the front door when you've just seen a muddy apparition approaching it.
I actually said OUT LOUD in the cinema, as I clutched at my Day Carer's sleeve: 'Don't open the bloody door! Are you MAD?' to embarrassed titters from the unflappable teenagers sitting around us.
It's a fine film that ratchets up the supernatural tension beautifully.....taking you to the brink of a VERY scary moment, pulling back and then BAM - faces at windows, screaming spectral women... new knickers required.
And I will never sit in a rocking chair EVER again.
I must get mobilised now to go to church and witness Sonshine's epic performance as Barnaby in the Easter Story. I am now informed that he also plays the role of Disciple 10.
I know. Disciple 10. Very disappointed he didn't get to be Jesus 1.