so you didn’t see the ending?
Really, they ate the chicken afterwards so it was okay. So said Mr. Waters.
As a kid: Nightmare on Elm Street, The Thing (Carpenter’s) and Jaws.
As an Adult: For some reason The Mothman Prophesies really gave me the heebie jeebies. For me, it just had an effective creepieness to it, that most movies can’t seem to channel.
Anyway, now-a-days, I’m pretty much numb to anything, unless it’s a truly visceral, realistic moment where I can imagine myself in their shoes; like that scene in Saving Private Ryan where Pvt. Mellish (Adam Goldberg) gets a knife slowly plunged into his chest by a nazi as he’s pleading for him to stop. ::shiver::
I can’t argue with this. It is a great film. In the interest of full disclosure, the reason I found it so disturbing is because I have PTSD for reasons not unrelated to thematic elements of the film. It ruined my day.
I’m still pissed off at the friend who showed it to me.
Um. I have to ask. Was it a… live chicken?
Eraserhead, an early David Lynch effort. Weird for the sake of weird, maybe, but gratuitous grue. Mutant babies getting stomped to death, for instance. Heads popping off.
Blue Velvet. Lynch got more confident in his work. Say no more.
Secretary. Maggie Gyllenhaal’s hotness took the edge off, but man, her character was one sick puppy. Good thing James Spacer’s was, too.
It’s tempting to add Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs, but in both Tarantino was more satirical of sickness than sick himself.
You bet. I’m not even sure if it was a prop or not. There was so much messed up shit in that movie I doubt they had the PETA guy (or whoever) on set.
A movie that disturbed me was Brainstorm (1983), Natalie Wood’s last movie. The premise bothered me a lot more than I thought it would.
I never imagined I’d actually be able to apply that quote to anything. :eek:
Does it count that in Cloverfield I was bothered by the constant camera movement to the point that I almost felt sick?
Not a movie, but I had vague feelings of uneasiness after watching the first few episodes of Lost. I had to stop watching the series because it was making me feel uncomfortable. After reading about what happened later on, I’m glad I didn’t get too involved in it. For the most part I can handle blood and gore and ultra-violence, but psychologically things can hit me in unexpected ways. Perhaps it’s because I often fear what would happen to society if we had a general break down in mass production capabilities that I became too attached to what was going on.
This may seem dumb, but I found 2012 pretty disturbing. I call it “disaster porn” - just millions (billions?) of people being slaughtered. Every scene was, “how can we one-up the last scene?”
Seemed pointless and twisted.
The Silence of the Lambs is the only fictional movie I’ve seen as an adult that disturbed me.
Certain films can put me in a pensive or dark mood for days, **Donnie Darko **for instance. But as for disturbing I can think of a couple off the top of my head. I don’t watch horror or similar films so most of the films that disturb me tend to have redeeming qualities as well.
Mulholland Dr. - One of those films that puts me in a pensive mood. But the first time I saw the scene behind Winkie’s with the “Burn!” character/symbol. . . I was seriously disturbed for days by that image, that terrible symbol. I was also greatly affected by the final, powerfully tragic scene in the bedroom. Diane’s separation (physical and emotional) from her family as adding to her tragedy actually made me call my mother just to say “hi”. Just thinking about that film affects me, and I haven’t seen it in years. It is a truly great glimpse into the psychology of what makes a good person slide into evil and self-destruction.
Requiem for a Dream - it was the realism of this film that got to me maybe. I have a lot of family history with drugs and alcohol. In fact my wife’s half-brother lived the last year and a half of his life in a remarkably similar downward spiral as the Jared Leto character in this film. I’d say it’s almost too similar to be a coincidence, but that’s apparently an all too common fate for junkies. The pain and the fear and the desperation are so palpable. I rarely cry at all but this film made me weep and put me into depression for several weeks. I also can’t stand to look at pornography since seeing that film. I just can’t get it out of my head that the girls in porn are as desperate and hurting as Jennifer Connelly’s character was at the end. It is a real turn off obviously.
I bumped into an online discussion of “Requiem for a Dream” and was startled to see the number of people who didn’t find it disturbing. That is disturbing!
I found sitting through “Killing Fields” nearly unbearable for its factual veracity.
Anything which speaks to the human condition seems to me more difficult to watch than fictional violence regardless of how possible that violence may be.
The anti-war films “All Quiet on the Western Front” and “Johnny got his Gun” are two of those.
The documentaries “Shoah,” “Titicut Follies,” and “The Bridge” all speak to the darker aspects of human nature and institutional failure and, as such are disturbing.
Recently I’ve seen two fictional films which left me sitting and staring at the blank screen for some moments after the last credits rolled for the emotional impact and cultural implications:
“Irreversible” and “Martyrs.”
I’d suggest not viewing them unless you care to be haunted with unpleasant thoughts.
Storytelling is pretty disturbing whether or not the big red boxes are there while
Selma Blair is screwed against a wall and forced to shout, “Fuck me, nigger!”
As it goes on it seems only designed to insult the audience for having the temerity to watch it.
The recent Repo Men was somewhat sickening until it moved into cartoonishly extreme violence (apparently one scene is ripped off from Oldboy, which I have yet to see). I concede that it serves the film’s purposes, although I do think it could have been done in a less apparently gratuitous fashion.
No Country For Old Men. I’m sorry I watched it from start to finish.
Clerks 2. I’m sorry I watched the 20 minutes of it that I did.
I was sick to my stomach after seeing A Clockwork Orange. It was one of the first truly violent movies I had seen. To this day I am not sure whether it was just the movie or something I ate.
Mulholland Drive is one of the weirdest movies I have ever seen and a bit bothersome. But not sickening.
In Jason Goes to Hell a young couple is fucking like crazy in a tent with the girl on top having the time of her life. Jason stabs through the tent, through her chest and then rips her in half.
I couldn’t get a boner for a week.
Ye, it was a live chicken. But not for long.
I’m disgusted just typing this and having glimmers of memories flit about my brain, I saw this only a month or two ago so the hurt is still hurting.
Why? Graphic genital mutilation. There’s just no reason to make movies featuring this! NO REASON!
There was another film, the name of which I’ve successfully blanked out - it was French I think, I saw several years ago, had a graphic rape scene and later a graphic vengeance scene.
I would sincerely recommend against ever seeing either of these.
A different kind of disturbing, a film with a sickening message: Anatomy of Hell - a French film with Unsimulated sex. Well, really, it’s flat-out porn. That’s fine. But while they’re fucking it beats you over the head with this unbelievably pseudophilosophical femi-Nazi psycho-babble. It titillates you with porn and then tells you you’re an asshole for being titillated, or tries to convince you that you are secretly repulsed and then it shows you something repulsive to erase any doubt (the woman pulls out her tampon, makes menstrual blood tea and they drink it! – ooh,ick! ick!). The whole thing goes on and on about how men hate women, men are revolted by the female body, how homosexuality is the ultimate form of misogyny, etc. And then the man pushes her off a cliff. The End.
Now it has some icky scenes. The camera swoops up a prepuscent girl’s skirt once. There’s one moment where the man and woman suck the blood from her wrist-slashing wounds and then she sucks his dick. Very romantic. Then there’s the incessant cock-tease between turning you on (showing a vagina) and then giving you the cold shower (talking about how said vagina resembles the skin of a frog). What was most disturbing, though, was that the director really believes all this insane crap she’s spewing, about how all men want to kill women and that women would rather be dead and stuff. I just felt horribly saddened. Films about crazy people don’t bother me at all - films by crazy people are far more horrifying.
Same here. Violence against women just sickens me to no end. So for the same reasons, the rape and murder of the nuns, I found El Salvador a pretty rough go.