In my opinion, horror films can be roughly divided into two types, one is pure ghost films such as "The Grudge", "Pen Immortal", "Curse" and so on. These films are often based on Japanese and Korean classics. The other is artificial, such as "No Bones", "Terrorist Wax Museum", "Texas Chainsaw Massacre", etc. These films are represented by European and American ones. "Horror Wax Museum" is such a film.
When I first heard the title of this film, I felt curious all over my body, and my cells that were eager to stimulate were boiling. I am very fortunate to get such a film and I am very fortunate that I can write down my feelings here. Maybe people who watch it will think that I am really I'm not writing horror reviews, but I think it's good, good. . . . . .
My favorite scenes in the whole film are two scenes, one is Nick going to rescue Carly who is trapped in the basement (the brother saves the sister), and the other is the brother saying to Vincent: "If you dare to hurt her, I will never I won't spare you!" Every time I read it over and over again, I think it's because I also have a biological brother! Every time I see this place, I ask my brother next to me: "Will you save me like this and take me away?"
Recently, I am unhappy with my brother because my brother is engaged. I always feel that my brother's love for me has been divided, and I began to disagree. Answer his phone, don't see him, don't talk to him. This man has been by my side since I was born. We went to school, ate together, and had fun together. Suddenly he left my life, and I realized that this man was never mine. One day he will have his own life, leave my side. I couldn't accept it all of a sudden, everything happened so fast, when I was watching the film, I suddenly said, "Brother, you see that my sister was rescued!" Then I found that there was no one around and I burst into tears. At that time, I suddenly knew that I was I have to learn to accept it, start to accept the life my brother is not around, and start to accept some habits that need to be changed.
When I came back from school this week, I deliberately didn't come home. When I came back, I found that my brother had been waiting for me for a long time. We didn't say anything. We watched "The Wax Museum of Horror" together. I raised my hand and said, "If it were me, I would also protect you!" Tears quietly slipped like this. It's good that my brother is always there, it's good. . . . . .
I remember Nick saying, "you are the good twin, I'm the evil one." Every time I hear this, I say to my brother, because he is much better than me in every way. Nick has always been indifferent to his sister from the beginning, but from the moment he took off his clothes and gave it to his sister when she fell into the animal corpse, I knew that he loved her, but a man's love is forbearance, not The waterfall-like love we imagine is more like a small river. The love is very delicate but it will never dry up. A brother's love is like a father, but it is more romantic than a father, and it is like a lover, but it is more real than a lover, isn't it?
When I write this, I find that I seem to be far away from this movie, but it is very close. Horror movies don’t have to be bloody, and comments on it don’t have to be bloody. A woman like me, from another point of view, A humble angle to write its feelings, isn't it? We all need love, from anywhere. Please forgive my sensibility. . . . . .
Finally I have to say to my brother: "we're ok!"
Note: It's okay if you don't like my comment, but please don't deny my feelings
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