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March 22nd, 2010

Mechanical Seals

First of all, I’d like to mention one of my favourite things about the iPhone. The ability to email any address, for any reason, whenever you like. You could be sat in a pub, really enjoying a pint, so you might send a quick email off to Carlsberg to say thanks. It’d depend on how drunk you are, I suppose.

For example, I once emailed the Burger King customer service email address (found at the foot of their receipts) to ask what they thought would win in a fight; a BK Whopper or a Big Mac.

They didn’t reply.

People rarely do.

It’s understandable, because no company would be successful if they let their staff fuck about replying to shit like this.

However, some do. Like the van I spotted when I was walking home from work. “Midas UK – Liquids and Mechanical Seals”.

Now, I get that it’s some sort of manufacturing company, dealing with parts and mechanical shit. However, I didn’t fancy passing up the chance to ask them about their Mechanical Seals.

And lo, they replied. The outcome wasn’t the comedy extravaganza I’d hoped for, but still. I did it with this site in mind, so here it is.

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from Chris  <chris@onlybees.com>
to sales@midas-engineering.co.uk
date 9 March 2010 18:21
subject Mechanical Seals enquiry
mailed-by googlemail.com
hide details 9 Mar (13 days ago)

Hello!

I’d really like to purchase one of your ‘mechanical seals’. They sound very interesting.

How would I go about doing that?

Regards

Chris

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I thought I’d keep it subtle, and try to generate a reply if I could. Hell, It sounds sincere, if a little slow.

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from Midas Admin <mail@midas-engineering.co.uk>
to Chris <chris@onlybees.com>
date 10 March 2010 09:22
subject RE: Mechanical Seals enquiry
hide details 10 Mar (12 days ago)

Chris,

Thanks for showing an interest in mechanical seals.

There are many different types with many different material configurations. They generally suit specific applications, usually fitted to pumps or mixers.

So if you have an application you would like some assistance with, please send through the details.

Regards

Vince
Midas Engineering Supplies Ltd

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Yes! A reply! I seemed sincere enough! Sadly, I’m not sure if my reply exactly fit with what they expected.

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From: Chris <chris@onlybees.com>

Date: 11 March 2010 12:59:57 GMT

To: “mail@midas-engineering.co.uk” <mail@midas-engineering.co.uk>

Subject: Re: Mechanical Seals enquiry

Hi there,

Thanks very much for the quick response.

It’s actually for a pool in my back garden. The one I originally used was causing numerous problems with upkeep, and think a high-quality mechanical seal might alleviate these.

Do you think you might be able to match me to my ideal mechanical seal?

Regards

Chris

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Was I too obvious? I should have played it cooler. It was too clear that we were talking about different things. He was shilling spare parts, I was hankering after a robot fish-eater. I didn’t get another reply.

Still, that didn’t stop me from chasing it up. Which, sadly, they’ve also not replied to.

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From: Chris <chris@onlybees.com>

Date: 15 March 2010 08:49:27 GMT

To: “mail@midas-engineering.co.uk” <mail@midas-engineering.co.uk>

Subject: Re: Mechanical Seals enquiry

Hi!

I’m sorry to chase this up so soon after sending the original. Vince is the name a very busy man might have, so I can fully appreciate how you might be a very busy man. My uncle was called Vince, and he was always terribly busy.

Anyway, I was wondering if you could possibly advise me on my last email? Since we last corresponded, I foolishly obtained another regular seal and tried to ingratiate that into my set up. Sadly, it was a little volatile and it ended up attacking my girlfriend. She’s covered in flipper-shaped bruises.

I trust your Mechanical Seals suffer no such problems?

Anyway, I have The Queen visiting the week after next, and I’d really love a Mechanical Seal to really set my collection off. The closest available alternative I’ve found is a Robot Puffin, but the price quoted was fairly ridiculous considering no one really gives a shit about Puffins.

I eagerly await your swift response! Fast, like a Cheetah with email access!

Regards

Chris

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I’ll be honest, I’m not really expecting a response. A polite ‘Fuck Off’ would have been nice though.

If I don’t hear anything, I might set up a new email address and enquire about a bionic Seal.

Bionic Seal

Bionic Seal

One day, I might grow up.

Chris

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March 21st, 2010

The Vizpod Chriscast – NUMBER FUCKING THREE

Sup bitches!

Yay, the third one is upon us. This one might be a little TOO offensive for sensitive ears, as Viz is a filthy racist. However, both me and Marc try to save his shredded dignity by giving excuses and caveats to his slanderous little words. The bigot.

Then a cat shits in a sink.

Anyway, without further ado, and because we forgot to take a photo at the time, here is the ‘Podcast Number 3 Promotional Photo What I Made’, followed by the actual podcast. Also, we’re on iTunes now, so please subscribe and rate us highly or we (Marc) will kill (Rape) you in your sleep (Walk home from work).

Thanks!

And the podcast;

Viz, Chris, Marc Again

Kind Retards,

Chris.

March 18th, 2010

Name That Sound!

Hello!

This happened the other day. It was recorded.

What do you think it is?

(click it to play, or something).

herrrrggggg

Kind retards,

Chris.

March 18th, 2010

Nazi Pizza

I do not agree with the message this pizza is trying to convey, and I now believe Asda to be owned and run by Hitler.

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March 16th, 2010

Vizpod Chriscast now on iTunes

If it matters to any of you, the podcast is in iTunes now.

http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=361968449

Bam.

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March 14th, 2010

Twenty Years On…

“In 1990, this Observer reporter was executed in Iraq by Donald Trelford.”

It seems harsh that the man who killed him is now writing about it. Bit of a kick in the moustache for ol’ Farzad.  This is from The Guardian website.

(Yes, I know. I’m sorry).

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March 13th, 2010

The Vizpod Chriscast Feat. Marc. PODCAST THE SECOND

Viz, Chris, Marc Again

This is the second instalment in the fortnightly podcast, The Vizpod Chriscast. We couldn’t get anyone better this time, so the ‘special guest’ is still Marc. This one went slightly better than last time, in that we only actually froze up once or twice. Banzai.

The email address is either viz316@hotmail.co.uk, or the actual one (because Viz is a bellend who likes to whore himself out) is chris@onlybees.com

If you wish to be a ‘special guest’ on a future V-P-C-C, regardless of location (we can phone you or something), please register interest below.

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March 12th, 2010

Mirror, Signal, Walk Blindly Across the Road

This isn’t exactly a list of “Things drivers wished pedestrians knew”, it’s more of a list of “Things anyone with common sense would already know”. You could call this a rant, you probably will, but there are enough idiots out there who don’t know this that I can probably call it informative.

It feels like almost every day that I’m out, I’ll be driving down a road minding my own business, and see some sort of idiot wandering in the middle of the road, or playing a game of frogger without any extra lives.
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with people walking across the road without trekking to the nearest crossing. I don’t even have a problem doing the ridiculous tightrope act of balancing on the white line in the center of the road with cars whizzing past either side. Anyway, down to the problems with pedestrians.

Just because I am not currently in that lane, doesn’t mean it’s an extension of the pavement.
I see this all too often. You’re driving down in the outside lane, maybe because you’ve just pulled around a parked car or had to swerve around a pedestrian, and then out walks a guy deciding to cross the road. He knows you’re there, because he’s walking slowly into the inside lane watching you pass. As soon as you get just past the point of killing the guy, you’re now allowed to pull back into the inside lane.
If I was to drive with 2 wheels on the kerb just because the pedestrians were only using the inside of the pavement, I don’t think many people would be happy. If you walk out into the inside lane waiting for a car to pass, and they pull back into the inside lane and drive straight into you, it’s your fault. Get the hell out of the road while you can see cars coming.

Things behind you still exist.
This seems like an unusual thing to need to point out, but it arises a lot. I mentioned earlier the trick of walking half way across the road, then sucking in your stomach so you can fit within the confines of the little white line. It’s all well and good, if you’re not in a really stupid place and getting in everyones way, but you need to be ON the line. If you can see the line in front of you, you may well be safe from the cars in the lane you’re approaching, but you’re still standing in the way of traffic going the other way.

If you’re on the road, face the oncoming traffic.
If you absolutely have to walk down the road, and not the pavement, then do everyone a favour and face the oncoming traffic. That way you can see them, and it should hopefully stop you wandering out into their path like a drunk.

Genius Safety Campaign from Preston

The general attitude with regards to pedestrians is to tell cars to slow down incase they hit someone. I’ve not once seen a sign aimed at pedestrians saying “Don’t walk out into the road infront of cars”, but I’ve seen plenty of signs aimed at cars saying “Watch out for people walking out infront of cars”. The TV adverts produced by the Government as THINK! are all aimed at driving slower so that when someone does run aimlessly into the road flailing their arms and jibbering, you won’t kill them, just hurt them. This can only lead to more people flailing their way into the road, due to the lack of consequence.

I suggest more adverts are made from the point of view of the idiot who runs into the road. Showing them how painful it can be, and how sad their friends will be when they die etc, instead of trying to guilt trip people into driving slower. I don’t understand how someone decided it’s better to advertise “You’ll feel bad if you run someone over” over “You’ll be dead if you run in front of a car”. I know which one would motivate me more.

Stop using your child in it’s pram as some kind of blind man’s cane
Yes, I actually have to mention this one too. If there is an obstruction stopping you from seeing the traffic, it’s understandable that you would need to get closer to the edge of the road to look. If you’re pushing a pram, that’s already ahead of you, much closer to the edge of the road. When you step forwards to the curb, with the pram proudly shoved ahead of you, it’s in the road. You know, that road which you couldn’t see, that road who’s traffic levels you were unable to judge. That road with the fucking cars on it that you’re shoving your baby into. Yeah, that road.

Stand next to the pram, stand in front of the pram, turn around and pull the pram backwards for a few seconds, I don’t care, but don’t try using the unwitting child’s soft undeveloped skull to stop a car. It’s unlikely to work.

If you step out in front of my car, and dent it, I will expect you to pay to have it fixed
Now you may be more damaged than the car, and I understand it may take a little bit of time before you’re back on your feet, but I don’t want impression of your face in my near-side wing.
For some reason, I’d be seen as the bad guy for this.  If I dived through your window head first, you wouldn’t be seen as the bad guy if you prosecuted or wanted the window replacing. I don’t understand why that doesn’t apply to someone diving head first into a moving car.

In the words of Douglas Adams;
“Have you any idea how much damage that bulldozer would suffer if I just let it roll straight over you?”
“How much?”
“None at all.”

So get out of the fucking road if you don’t know how to use it.

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March 11th, 2010

Self-Help : The Office Worker Diet

Are you tired of sagging over the sides of your cramped office chair, or the way your arm chafes against your side when you’re sat idly staring at a screen? Each mouse-move can be hell with a developing rash. Cram won’t cut it, will it? You’ve tried that. If anything, it seems to dry it out more. What will you do? What CAN you do?

You’re big. You’re happy. You’re a woman. You’re unabashedly proud of your ‘curvy femininity’. However, all you talk about is losing weight, weight loss and the process of weight reduction. Regardless of how comfortable you are in your own skin, you’re desperate to shed it and move in to a thinner, more toned outer shell. You cry, whinge and bitch whilst stuffing your face. It’s time to either shut up or do something about it.

We, at ‘The Onlybees Specialist Scientific Environment Room’, may have the perfect answer for today’s busy office worker on the slow.

We can help you lose some weight! Not through exercise, monitoring your food-intake or any other popular ‘fad’ diet the Sunday Papers might be peddling. Scientifical results? Who needs those! Eh? Eh!

Instead, it’s achieved by following a compiled a list of well-known and well-practised dieting techniques, cribbed from the health-centric and clever-minded individuals who work in offices JUST LIKE YOU DO! These little inside tips and tricks will get you well on the way to feeling like you might soon be well on the way to feeling like you’re about to start the process of beginning to drop a dress size.

Obviously you can’t stop yourself eating – you might die if you skip a Mars Bar – but if you follow these simple ideologies, you’ll see the weight drop off almost instantly. Or you should do, in theory…I mean, why else would they be so prevalent in today’s image-conscious society? The only other explanation would be that the people who practise it day-in, day-out, were just kidding themselves and talking absolute dogshit in an effort to feel better about their very-real failure to lose even a single pound. Which would be fucking ridiculous.

So, throw logic out of the window, put down your glossy magazine and START TO START LOSING WEIGHT!

 1. Sharing is caring. Sharing isn’t eating.
Say, for example, you have a fairly large lunch that your brain is telling you not to eat. “You’re too fat!” it screams. “You’ve already ate enough, you’re not hungry!”. But then the chocolate bar you bought from Boots is still sat on your desk staring at you…SHARE IT! Grab a colleague who’s also following this mind-bending diet and throw half her way. The calories from the half you eat will negate themselves, evaporated by your simple kindness. This works well with anything from a Twix to a bag of hula hoops. With any luck, your chocolate-eating partner will also fall in to line and share half of HER chocolate with YOU! Everybody wins.

2. Go to weightwatchers each week but ignore the diet.
It’s important to know what your ‘base weight’ is. Or how are you going to know when you’ve lost anything? However, it is very important you don’t actually follow their diet. Their method of calorie-counting and point-watching is actually evil. It still helps, though, to go each week and give them upwards of £5 a go for them to weigh you. Don’t worry if you’ve put weight on, their scales are probably broken and you definitely remember eating that banana, so you MUST have lost weight. It does help, however, to still plough money into their organisation by buying books, motivational t shirts and pens that advertise your involvement in the scheme – each penny they collect pushes their evil tendencies further back, appeasing their evil, demonic, skinny overlords. That is clearly the only explanation.

3. Diet Coke is the Holy Grail of fat-loss.
Just chowed down on a super-sized Big Mac meal with an extra fries? Order it with a Diet coke. Not because you’re calorie counting, oh no! Diet Coke actually works like an elixir, cancelling out the calories from the greasy meal and zapping flab from unwanted areas whilst it’s at it, with it’s patented “Flabzap” formula. Drink as many cans of this as possible during a single day.

4. Coke as a replacement for Diet Coke.
If you’re following the above rule religiously, but your workplace are too inconsiderate to immediately replenish the stock of Diet Coke in your nearest vending machine after your twelfth can (God-forbid you might be forced to walk to a further one), then regular Coca-Cola will magically transform itself into Diet Coke and perform the same task. It’s a well-kept secret, used by all the models in Paris, Milan, and all of those other places you’ll soon be able when you’re below the size restrictions for most major airlines.

5. If it’s free, it doesn’t count.
Exactly what it says on the (Quality Street) tin. If you don’t have to pay for it, it doesn’t carry any calories. Sweets or biscuits brought in by kind hearted colleagues are fair game here, as are crisps etc left carelessly sat on shop shelves. Knock yourself out, skinny-minnie!

6. The ‘Diet-Lining’ manoeuvre.
Perhaps you’re sick of drinking those ‘Diet’ varieties of soft drinks…or the ‘Zero’s of this world are really bumming you out. They just don’t taste the same as regular, full-fat cans of fizz do they? Well, worry not my well-rounded padawan. A trick for you, there is. The diet-giving goodness of these so-called ‘healthier’ drinks are only located around the very edge of whatever receptacle they come in – something easily faked. You can fool the full-fat drinks into chucking out their calories whilst still retaining their throat-shredding flavour by glazing the inside of a glass with a slight basting of the diet variety, and filling it up with your favourite tipple. Through the miracle of ‘SCIENCE!’, the diet particles eat away at the fat enzymes and blah blah you’ve well stopped reading by now.

7. Walking up one set of stairs then getting the lift the rest of the way is the most optimum form of exercise.
That way, you can still say “I took the stairs!” without bare-face lying to your co-workers, and fooling your body into thinking you’ve done more exercise than you actually have. Your gut will be scared away! Bare-faced lying also works too, but not to the same extent.

8. Convenience isn’t lazy. It’s intelligent.
Imagine, if you will, that the place you often go to for lunch, the one that sells nice, crisp salads happens to be closed one day. Or, simply, it’s further away than the place that will sell you a bucket of gravy and chips for £2. In either case, it’s absolutely acceptable to substitute the modest, healthy meal for it’s bigger, stodgier brother. When you think about it, it’s all down to physics. You burn more calories off by carrying the heavy bucket back than you would carrying the tiny, light salad – even if you did smother it in mayonnaise.

9. Snacks aren’t wack.
Everyone – psh, EVERYONE – knows that food ate outside of designated meal times is barely food. Eat away, baby. Still, stick to your three main meals. They’re the most important, after all. You’d positively waste away if you skipped a lunch or two.

10. Positive reinforcement = Thin!
Picture the scene…you’re feeling low…your arm-rests are digging in and your self-image is worse than a picture of James Corden f*llating an amorous male Duck.

“I feel gross”, you say to the world at large. Your pained missive lands in the ears of your beloved, kind co-workers. “Don’t be silly!” they cry in unison, “You look fine!”.

They’d be remiss if they were ever to lie to you, and it’s not like they’d just be saying it to keep you from moaning or anything. No, contrary to what your own eyes are screaming, you look fabulous. Grab yourself a celebratory Snickers and keep on living the high life. You’ve earned it.

11. Join a gym.
Firstly, you’ll lose some weight just filling out their copious forms, dragging a pen across several pieces of A4 until your fingernails bleed, so that’s a good start. However, just because you’ve joined a gym and subsequently spent another few hundred pound on sickeningly tight fitness gear, it doesn’t mean you should attend. You might hurt yourself, there-by forcing to sit on a couch all day long where you’d only end up getting really fat. And besides, just joining a gym is equal to an entire months worth of exercise. If you continue paying the fees beyond the one month trial, award yourself one large bar of Galaxy chocolate per day.

12. Thinking about exercise = exercise.
“I might go for a run later…NOM NOM NOM”.

That’s all it takes.

13. Do not, under any circumstances, do any actual exercise.
Exercise is the devil. All of these thin people who tell you they keep in shape by eating right and a few hours of exercise per week are simply minions of hell. They should be ignored, undermined, and b*tched about behind their back as much as possible. Their opinions must be immediately debunked, or dismissed with talk of imaginary, debilitating illnesses. I.e. – “I’d like to run too, but I can’t because my right knee is actually made of pasta”*.

14. Hard crack addiction.
Seriously, it’s your last hope of dropping south of 20 stone.

 

 

*Please stop planning to eat your own knee.

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March 9th, 2010

Why I won’t be watching Shutter Island…(Spoiler warning)

Shutter Island.

I was half-excited for this film, an adaptation of a book I’ve never heard of because I am an uncultured swine. Or it’s unreadable, generic pap…one of the two. The film is coming out in a bit of a dry season for good cinema, with nothing on the schedule really catching my eye. ‘The Crazies’ is out could be interesting, but I missed any hype there might have been for that, and a few lacklustre reviews means I’ll probably wait a few months for Lovefilm to drop it at my doorstep. Kevin Smith’s next directorial shot, ‘Cop Out’, is miles off because I happen to live in the UK and Warner Bros hates me. No other films have really jumped on to my radar in a meaningful way. ‘Alison Wonderland’ looks like a ridiculous CGI-ridden mess, and the pairing of Burton and Depp is wearing as thin as a celebrity girlfriend.

Plus the last film I dragged myself to was ‘The Wolfman’, in which Del Toro gives a masterclass of looking thoroughly bored and Hugo Weaving plays a talking moustache. It was so horribly bad I wanted to, ironically, grow fur and maul everyone.

So when I saw Shutter Island was out this week, I was a little bit interested. I made plans to go and see it, checked times, and sat feeling smug that I had an alterative to spending my Friday night eating pizza and throwing Southern Comfort down my throat. My liver did a little dance. I also re-watched the trailer, which I first saw before a screening of ‘Moon’, and it was suitably creepy, building tension days before I would even see the film proper. I was very interested. I love those precious few ghost movies that mess with your head and burrow into your psyche so you jump at every shadow on the way home. I even thought ‘The Sixth Sense’ was good, though it wasn’t exactly a horror film. There are precious few of these films, because even when they start off well, they’re usually ruined by a bloody stupid plot twist towards the end.

Except I will now never bother to watch ‘Shutter Island’, and this pre-emptive review (er…preview?) will tell you why. I’ll try not to swear loads, but can’t promise anything. Also, obviously, spoiler alert.

Yes, I read the story outline on Wikipedia. Couldn’t help it. I effectively ruined the film for myself and I’m so incredibly glad I did, because it would have only made me angry. The ending is the type you joke about over your popcorn during the trailers, pre-film and post-’Dallas’. You’ll be whispering quietly, hazarding guesses at what direction the plot will take, and someone will undoubtedly say “It’s all a dream! DiCaprio will wake up in the shower!” and you’ll all politely laugh at your friends rubbish joke.

Now, it isn’t exactly that, but it’s about on par. Basically, the story decides to eat itself and winds up screaming “It’s all in his head!”, whilst shoving it’s foot firmly down it’s own throat. Faux-psychology wrapped up in a supposedly intriguing plot that makes me want to throw up on whatever bored writer thought ‘Yep, that’ll wrap it up nicely’. It’s a twist designed to shock you, much like “Bruce is dead!” in The Sixth Sense. Except all it really does is kill the rest of the film, making all the scares up to that point entirely redundant. As it’s all in his head, it doesn’t even nearly exist, and only he sees it…so what, exactly, are you being scared of? The notion that some other man’s lack of marbles is giving him a bit of a shiver? Ooo.

If a man approached you in the street, and told you the most harrowing tale you could ever imagine, full of terrifying depravity and laced with supernatural happenings, and somehow managed to convince you it was all entirely real, but then ended by saying something like “and that’s when I woke up!”, would you be pleased? You’d be thrown back into reality, and you’d be pissed off at the crazy man for wasting your time. Dreams are boring when recountered, regardless of the content. Do you really want to give upwards of £7 to a cinema so you can learn that, no matter how expertly it was told, a mental patient had a bit of a nightmare?

Assuming it was a well made flick (which, being Scorsese, it probably is), it’s likely the film doesn’t exactly hint at it before the final reveal, otherwise it’d ruin the movie even more. So it might be entertaining right up until the final scene, but if I’d been sat in the cinema, gripped by every scene up to that point, I’d have been absolutely livid by the pointlessness of the ending. Saying “It’s all in his head” negates any impact the film might have had up to that point, and effectively kills what interest I’d had. Knowing full well it’ll send me into an irate rage, I’m going to give it a miss. They should put a warning on the poster, underneatht the tagline: “Warning: The Ending Is Retarded”. You could have the best sex of your life, but if your partner hops off you before climax, and slaps you in the face, you wouldn’t be ecstatic about it. Well, unless you’re into that. Whatever. Anyway.

It makes me angry simply because they could have mentioned it at the start, and we could have all gone home early. It means every scene that preceeded the big finale was rubbish, pointless, and only the character played by DiCaprio knew any of it was going on. I’d be expecting to see people wandering around with cups of coffee, reading the newspaper whilst he ran around screaming and pointing at figments of his own imagination. Imagine the exact same film from another characters point of view (except, maybe, for any of the ghosts, as they don’t exist at all). Say, one of the doctors in the mental home. There might be a layer of sinister intent to the whole thing, but you’d be watching Leo chase around an innocuous building, probably humming his own dramatic soundtrack.

“It’s time for your meds, Leo. Sit still a second…”

“NO! I can’t! I must avenge my dead wife! Dum dum, dum dum dum dum…do dooooooo dum dum dummmm…”

The reason I hate this sort of ending is because it reeks of laziness – I understand it’s based on a book that probably uses the same tired ending, and I am basing my entire opinion on a Wikipedia plot summary, but still. Why can’t we just have a straight-up ghost story, one that takes all the shocks, scares and psychological trauma of the genre and then doesn’t fuck it up at the end? No trickery, no contrived Scooby-Doo twists where the mask is yanked off, revealing a series of utterly fucking useless events beneath the glossy, latex sheen. I want a horror film that uses ghosts to their full, nerve-shredding potential, without a caveat at the end that drags them back in to the real world with a boring, often obviously-signposted explanation, or into the mind of someone you don’t really care about. Or if you are going to do that, make it interesting. Watching a film that largely takes place inside a man’s head, helping him deal with his problems and come out of it a better man at the end? That’s not scary. That’s a session on a psychologists couch.

And ‘Mirrors’, ‘House On Haunted Hill’, et al don’t count, because they were shit.

I want to be scared without having to wait around to have the film ruined for me.

I think, basically, I just want to sit in a cinema and play Silent Hill 2.














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