And sometimes it’s not about vampires at all. Or it could be… nah, that’s repeating myself. Scratch ‘or it could be’. Ok.
“Horror always has sad endings” or at least that’s what the horror book said to the little boy. I watched a horror movie earlier yesterday and it did have a sad ending although evil was defeated. Clairvoyant, well more than that and our hero’s girlfriend survived the shooting we thought, but he sees dead people and saw her. He knew but he couldn’t acknowledge, couldn’t face it until friends, good friends like family stopped by and woke him. He’d been staying at her house and they’d been living, laughing, loving together, then he saw her as she was blood dripping from her wounds and my heart broke for him. He had to move on without her but a couple of the last lines stuck out that she believed life is a boot camp, we have to persevere through the obstacles and hardships to earn the way to the next life but he thought the training is sometimes unnecessarily painful.
True enough… sometimes…
On a roll with horror I watched a second one that had an honest-to-goodness happy ending. Evil was defeated, the family lived and the wrap-up was if we stick together, we can get through anything. Sappy, but after what had been going on and the way especially when it comes to evilness and you think it’s over it’s not over yet leaving us exhausted with no relief in sight by the end of the credits, I felt good, you know, glad they made it and what evil was trying to get a hold on it was deprived of.
It’s about time love won out.