The Grudge (2020) is a far cry from the 2002 movie, and an even farther cry from the Japanese legend that started the whole franchise. The pacing is messy, the characters are forgettable, the suspension is purchased with cheap jump scares and stereotypical "scary movie music". When it comes to good examples of scary movies, this movie is positively amazing. It's an amazing example of how to not make a good horror movie. It has all the classic stereotypes of bad horror movies: characters that have no intelligence, that are naïve, characters that are deemed crazy and yet not helped but rather abandoned, jump scares, messy story telling, and horrible cinematography. I could ramble on and on about how bad this movie was in general, but it would be better to speak in specifics.
If you've been on the internet for any amount of time, then you probably have heard of the Slenderman or Jeff the Killer. These iconic and yet lackluster creations of the internet's best attempt at horror have come from what the internet calls "Creepypastas," or the internet's scary stories.
It can be a death, it can be a break up, it can be anything. In life, there will be a few times in which people leave. And it will always hurt. Here's some advice to try and lessen the pain and grow. This will be broken up into sections, so if you're here for a specific reason, skim through and try to find what you need. Breathe in, breathe out. Ready? Let's begin.
Reach for it, stand on your toes, jump, run, leap, reach for that better side the people always talk about. The "It gets better" side, the "It gets easier to figure out" side, the "Why did I ever worry that much?" side. If you feel like you don't have the strength, nor the reach, dig deep inside and have your inner child help. Give them a piggy back ride, have them stand on your shoulders, be their three-piece totem pole. Shame, of what you've become. Regret, of what you have done. Redemption, of what you are willing to do to have that pocket full of good times. Reach for it, run for it, have your inner child convince you that it's possible. Reach.
For a long time, I've tried to find music that reminds me of those classic 90s movies of suburbia, America. Something that brings me to tears easily or brings me to a nostalgic and calm feeling to a place that I have never been. Ralph Castelli's indie music accomplishes that music ten times over. Admittedly, I do not know much about the artist himself, yet from what I can scrounge from a quick Google search, he's a young man who's active on Twitter, grew up in Anchorage, Alaska, and is now in my golden state, California. He is a producer and a musician utilizing both instruments, and abstract sounds such as footsteps, his own voice, synth voices, etc.