Just walked home in the dark in knee-deep snow after pure shiting it at a horror movie at the GFT. That’s hardcore filmcore. Although not as hardcore as the GFF staff, some of whom slept overnight in the cinema so they could open – bravo!
The director was supposed to be there since it was the premiere but he got stuck in Preston because of the snow and had to send a video introduction filmed on his phone from inside the train toilet. Pity he couldn’t be there, because he would have seen the most die-hard horror fans who’d trekked through the worst snowstorm in a decade to be there, all shiting it and shrieking at his movie.
Ghost Stories is very very good. It is a fucking great movie. It’s basically composed of three short stories that are wrapped up together in the last act. It is one the best ghost story type horror movie I’ve seen in ages. Properly gets a good chilling vibe going, an eerie M. R. James feel, old school.
The first story stars Paul Whitehouse, excellent in this dramatic role. From this first I knew I was gonna love this movie. It builds expertly utter creep. There are a few jump-scares, and there are a few loud-for-scary exchanges, but the film is so much more than that. It builds a total atmosphere of look-over-you-shoulder, can’t-watch-now suspense, that by the time you see anything, you would jump out of your seat regardless of how loud or quiet it was. There is virtually no gore or overdone makeup grossness. This film just lives by its piano wire-tight tension. I realised this movie had got me when I was watching Paul Whitehouse venture down into the darkness, and I heard myself think in my head, “I’m afraid”.
Definitely go see this at the pictures when it comes out in August. It is definitely a movie to see with someone you can jump with and then laugh. I pure let out the terror moo on a couple of occasions. Fucking A!