Present day technology is just amazing, especially when it comes to the effects that can be done in films. For those who have seen Zombieland, you just know how amazingly violent and gory it can get. Which brings me to my next point, the same style of violence can be viewed in Shaun of the Dead, Sin City, Watchman and Hot Fuzz (when comes to graphic violence). My best way of discribing this sort of violence would be in this one word : ULTRAVIOLENCE!!!
The purity of how violent these films are is just fasinating to watch, which such graphic detail that it seems so real. So thanks to visual effects teams who dream all of this up.
Now I so want to watch Stanley Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange. Just for the ultraviolence.
In a place far, far away, there was a shed in the middle of a wooded land. This shed was red and had a broken window pane that no one bothered to fix. The wind would howl through this window and make the entire shed shake as if it was made from straw. The only way to get to this shed was by foot mostly because there where so many trees that surrounded it. If you were to step inside the shed you would find a nice and neat work table and bench. This table stood in front of the window with the broken pane. Next to the work table was a small and efficient furnace that didn’t always burn certain things so well.
There is also a small bed with a dresser. On the dresser there is a watch. And the time says 1:52 pm. You can hear it ticking away. Directly above the bed and the dresser is a wall covered in photos of hundreds of different people, some of them look familiar and you wonder whatever happened to them, will it happen to you too. Some of the images are covered in blood and some are not. You try to speculate why that is, and you learn much later why.
Next to the work table on the floor was a trap door, that was once covered with a rug, but now lays exposed. If you were to open this trap door it would led you to a place that was close enough to be considered hell. There is a foul stench that can only be identified as rotting corpses, there is blood stained on the floor with bits of bone here and there. As you step down the rickety stairs the stench grows stronger and stronger.
On one of the walls there is a rack full hanging knifes and sharp utensils all blood stained. Directly below this rack was a slab of damaged white granite with dents and score marks. It looks like a butchering block, for that was its purpose. At the end of the slab was a rusted bucket.
There was only a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling that lit up this dungeon. Right over the granite slab was a work lamp that could out shine the single light bulb that hung in the middle of the room. With the light bulb on it would constantly swing back and forth and you would be able to see the shadows that danced about the walls. The floor was made of poured cement, and to the touch was cold and hard. In the middle of this floor was a drain, it drained away all sorts of fluids. The fluids had made a path that they seemed to use constantly. It drained right into a little creek about a mile or so away, which no one hiked around.
Next to the shed was a well which had dried up oh so long along, that the bucket could be seen on the way bottom of the well when the sun was ever so high in the sky.
There was also few other things that you would see when you looked down into the well, but you had to look really hard since the distance down was quite great. At the bottom with the bucket where bones, not animal bones but human bones, which would be hard to identify from so high up with so little visibility, even during the brightest and clearest day of the year. It might not look like much but there happen to be a hundred or more skeletons at the bottom of this well, for when the person who butchered these victims thought no one would ever find their bodies at the bottom, since this place would never be found.
There was no clothing on the bottom since all of it had been burned in that little furnace inside the shed which was next to the work table. However you could sometimes catch a glimmer of something shining from the bottom up to you, you might guess that they are stones glimmering in the sunlight, but no they are the gems of all the victims that this slayer had butchered.
The only reason why you know all of this is because you too are one of the victims being led to their death by a person who finds it fun to do what they do to others. This person will be caught you tell yourself, but little do you know that this person will fall to their death when they dump your bones down into that well. For they will slip on some mossy and wet stones, that lead up to the well, while carrying what is left of you, and fall directly in, breaking their neck before they are able to scream and hit the bottom.
Your death will be avenged fifty years later, when they start cutting down the forests for fuel and a roadway. They will find 452 complete skeletons on the bottom of the well and a still decomposing corpse that is being eaten by maggots the size of one’s finger. The people who will find this site will finally solve the mystery of all the missing people who got slaughtered by a psychotic killer, who enjoyed what they did to the people they caught. They will tell the victim’s families and return any belonging that had been found.
You now only wished that you didn’t have to go out late one night by yourself to see the stars above that glittered down upon you. You only wish you didn’t talk with that stranger who came up to you. You wish that you had stayed were you where and not doubted yourself about the decision to not follow them somewhere unknown. You wish that you had not followed them to an unknown location where they tied you up and put you in the back of their truck.
You only wish you were still alive.
THE END.
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