A Tired Trope That Needs To Get Flushed:
A tired trope that needs to get flushed:
Intimate partner gaslighting in horror and thriller.
Typical situation: married couple moves to new city (foreign locale where she doesn't speak the language is optional). Husband is distracted by new job/important project/sales meetings and leaves her to her own devices. She exists for a bit so you get that she's a people, and then she notices strange stuff. Some weird dude following her. Honkey shenanigans at the corner grocery. The light fixtures spew black ink and sulphur fumes. Something.
She, having grown up a modern woman and having a Spidey sense on creepers because she's still alive, say to hubby weird shit is going on.
Hubby's automatic reaction is to discount her observations, says she's imagining things, she's overreacting, she's stressed, she's wrong because the stars aren't in alignment, whatever.
Doesn't matter if there's been multiple disappearances in the neighborhood. Doesn't matter if the drawing of the suspect matches the gardener exactly. Doesn't matter that she would have no reason to bullshit. Doesn't matter.
Why not accept that she's seen weird shit? Why not accept the fact that she knows someone is following her? Why not take her at her word? She knows how important the husband thingy is, otherwise she wouldn't have moved, so why would she try to sabotage it for no reason?
My wife tells me she saw weird shit, she saw weird shit. I wasn't there, so who am I to judge?
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Gojira at the Olympics put up the Bat Signal for culture vultures that forgot metal music exists. Well, that'll because they have the retention of a goldfish, but that's beside the point. Happened recently before that with Stranger Things and Master of Puppets. This irks me as apparently it's enough to attract their attention, and they're stirring as evidenced by their objections to Gojira's lyrical content and then the subsequent turn onto Cannibal Corpse.
First off, lemme say "get bent tourist" and get that out of the way.
Secondly, Cannibal Corpse has been around since 1988. They're a horror movie with growled vocals and blast beats. They were in Ace Ventura:Pet Detective with the original vocalist. They're not just going to up and go away because some noob wieners start flinging words like problematic around.
That's the wonderful thing about metal, all the weird little sub genres. If bands like Cannibal Corpse, Ghoul, Circle of Dead Children or Dying Fetus are worrisome to you, you can go bugger off and listen to DragonForce elsewhere. Don't harsh another metalhead's mellow, maaaaaan.
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