Some dreams motivate me to watch certain movies that I have not watched in a long time.
But those movies often leave an impact on me because I really like the story, be it the tragedy, love, or anything.
This time it was horror, and shoot I have not talked about that kind of stuff since my review of Dark Floors years ago.
|Yes I’ve seen the 2013 version in theaters, and then I saw the original on Netflix|
When Carrie spoke to me that Tommy Ross asked her to the prom, I was happy but also suspicious. Carrie snuck out to show me her dress the day before prom, as her mother did not approve of me coming over, because I was atheist, and she thought that was sinful. I didn’t want to cause any trouble.
I said her dress was beautiful, and that homemade dresses are considered the prettiest because they are your own creation, rather than what everyone else wants to wear. I told her I would be coming to the prom as well, but I had no date. (I hate the stereotype of having to go to prom with a date, hell, I didn’t even go to the prom when I was a senior, besides, it’s not a rite of passage to go to prom) because I didn’t care about that thing. I would probably be made fun of for that, but I didn’t care.
I tried to teach Carrie not to give a yoink about what people think, even if they push you over the edge like that. But unfortunately she lost it when the pig’s blood dumped on her and she began to attack the student body. I was running for the door and squeezed my way out just as she was closing them.
Her story is tragic, if only she could have been helped sooner, then she never would have done what she did. Sometimes I think she intended to die because of the massacre she caused at the school, no one would forget that. What else would she do? Run away maybe?
She doesn’t burn in hell, she’s gone to a better place where no one treats her badly.