I delight in the various short-lived but regular film-viewing arrangements I’ve had in my life. Whether with a partner, a colleague, a group of friends, or family, I have stumbled into brief periods of time when film watching is a regular, dependable, often weekly occurrence. With one such group, the activity was a Sunday film rental. After weeks of dramas and comedies, I was finally outnumbered on the popular, but terrifying The Ring. Although I had managed to avoid it during its theatrical run, I had heard how it made people jump and scream and the anticipation during the trip home from the video store was very nearly worse than the actual viewing. The trailer of the film that replayed in my head did nothing to quell my concerns. We can all picture the girl peeking out accusingly from behind her long black scraggly hair with the mere mention of the title.
I must admit, however, that the anticipation was in fact the worst of it. The first scenes set the tone and I didn’t trust it from that point out. I worried for the very likeable Naomi and her son and held my breath nearly every time they turned a corner or opened a door. As far as suspense is concerned, this film knocked it out of the park. Daveigh Chase, the girl in the well who went on to do her possessed voice on every talk show, is now 24 and working steadily. In an odd way this gives me comfort, that the girl turned out ok. I do not want to to be reminded that there’s a sequel, and no, you cannot outnumber me to see that one.
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