Zoe Zombie

My family used to go ALL out for Christmas. Ever since I was born, I would always look forward to lots of presents from them and the rest of my family. I was spoiled, yes. But before you think my family are a bunch of bible bashers – we’re not. We just buy into the American style Christmas – all about gifts, nothing about Jesus. Just the way we like it.

Knowing that I had a lot to look forward to on Christmas day, I used to get so excited that I basically couldn’t eat or sleep in the days leading up to the ceremonial gift giving. Or sometimes I would eat so much because the feeling in my stomach felt like hunger – but I couldn’t tell.

Anyone close to me will tell you that I have wanted an iPhone since they came out. I am not an Apple fangirl. I’m not one of those douchebags who are like, “Ooh Windows sucks! Apple is the best! LOLZZ!!”. No. Windows does suck. But so does Apple. ALL computers suck. But. BUT. I love the look, functionality and style of the iphone. Most of all, I loved that I could have my ipod and a phone in one. Perfect.

Every time I have went to get one, it’s almost as though it has been snatched away from me. Or maybe I have just bought too many clothes. Either way, I have just never been able to get my hands on one. On Tuesday I thought – fuck it – here I go, I’m gonna get one. And I did. And then I thought – I have to WAIT until Friday to get it. What an anti-climax.

I had this weird feeling of not being able to sleep, either not eating or eating too much, feeling as though there were a thousand butterflies in my stomach, all ready to burst out. And I stopped. What was this feeling I was experiencing? I hadn’t experienced it since… Christmas ..when I was a little girl. My god. It felt as though it was Christmas, sometime between 1989 to 1994. What. The Fuck.

See, I’m old now. And I just do not get that excited about anything anymore. Not even my own birthday. Not EVEN Slayer and Megadeth on the same bill (I know – shame!). I’m excited about an inanimate object that will serve me no real purpose, other than to make a phone call. How worrying.

Supernatural horror films are the only type of films that give me nightmares and make me paranoid. I had nightmares after watching The Exorcist for the first time when I was 22. I was a little worried that Drag Me To Hell may contribute to the same insomnia issues, but I was pleasantly proved wrong.

Drag Me to Hell begins with plain-jane loan officer, Christine Brown, committing an act of greed for the sake of her own ambitions when she denies a loan extension to a foul woman, Mrs Ganush, who is to be evicted from her home. Mrs Ganush morphs into a psycho stalker and places a curse on Christine during an after-work car park scuffle. After seeing a psychic, she is informed that the curse will create 3 days of a living hell for her until she is eventually dragged to Hell.

Sam and Ivan Raimi wrote the screenplay for this film shortly after completing Army of Darkness, but Sam went off to do Spiderman, which delayed the production of Drag Me To Hell. If the Evil Dead series have shown us anything, Raimi has always had an incredible talent of mixing horror and comedy together. Throughout Drag, I was unsure of whether I should be laughing or puking. Bugs spewing out of mouths, an insane nose bleed and digging up a grave in the middle of a storm – so outlandish that it both amuses and terrifies which makes Drag an absolute pleasure to watch.

Great effects mixed with a bit of whimsy, gore, frights and humour makes Drag Me To Hell the ideal movie to watch for anyone out for a fun ride. And it’s perfectly acceptable for viewing right before the lights go out.

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