Jolly way to start the day...waking up from a dream where you were inches from being bludgeoned to death. Its not strange, but outright mental, waking up to the gore of frantically clutching your cellphone in hand awaiting one of your friends to pick up, as a gang of goons corner you in the bathroom, and are to the last of their kicks that will smash open the door, following which they will drag you out and mercilessly decorate these spaces with your keen warm blood. Your nemesis - the commanding officer to the goons - watches leisurely in supreme silence. The first call to a friend fails. Now you try another friend. Meanwhile, the doors have been breached, and the gruesomeness transitions from the realm of imagination to a real stimuli (under the shower jets), while you still dearly clutch your phone, hoping to find some help.
Subconscious fears are the worst - they are fed by external images, and create an ultimate version of the sinister.
Ghajini - another of the creative disappointments Bollywood industry - is memorable only for the size of the iron jimmy employed to hack its lead characters to death (which the guy, of course, survives and lives to exact his revenge). Having that on the tele last evening might have been responsible for this fresh lime soda dream of mine. Subconscious insecurity is dreadful, and I believe that combined with our outright fear of death, is the reason for most of our safety guards that make life not worth living. Not digressing into philosophy here... I'd like to recall a couple of my favorite movies - and the least acknowledged - that momentarily put you in an alternate world. They strip you naked; run but you can't hide. The focus here is on their under-appreciation, or I'd have started with The Shining. Not surprisingly, they are counted in the horror/thriller genre and have nothing to do with ghosts or unexplained phenomenon.
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Straw Dogs (1971) by Sam Peckinpah
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Funny Games (1997) by Michael Haneke
Movies like these, complemented by rainy violent nights, assisted with thunderous grunts now and then from the friction of the clouds, set up the stage for the subconscious.
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