I watched Sweeney Todd yesterday and now Johnny Depp has taken over my system. When I close my eyes, I see him in full eye-linered glory, ready to slit my throat and make me a meatpie. I’m not a meatpie person (I don’t like empanadas even if they’re from Ilocos and served with special Ilocos suka, and you know what I hate more? Meatpies with raisins) so I don’t want to die and be someone’s meatpie.
I remember when I was a kid, I watched Supergirl and she defeated her opponent by placing her inside this sliver of glass. I cried because I felt Supergirl didn’t spare her a quarter. (See, I was a sophisticated five-year-old who believed in reform-oriented justice and due process. :)) For several months after, I was haunted by thoughts of being eternally trapped in a sliver of glass, mouth agape and eyes like black beads.
So yes, Supergirl and Sweeney Todd are my two scariest movies of all time.
(Tangnang hang-over to, kung anuano tuloy sinusulat ko. Serves me right for going home at 3am on a weekday. And serves you right for reading till the end.)