The Descent
Last night, Tina and I tried to watch “The Descent,” but ultimately turned it off. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but in the last year, I’ve found I’ve had very little stomach for horror films, despite an affection for the genre. Even before the cast gets lost underground, I found myself annoyed by the director’s use of cheap scares — I don’t have a lot of patience for sudden jolts of feigned violence, the cinematic equivalent of getting behind an unsuspecting person and screaming: “boo!”
I know the director (Neil Marshall?) was trying to accomplish some pretty complex things with the film, but neither the cast or the budget was sufficent for it. I appreciate the effort, but in the end, I just didn’t have it in me to watch people get killed senselessly on screen.
