Service: Netflix
Beware! This is not a sequel to 50 Shades Darker. This is a completely unrelated BDSM film. Yes, there are multiple. No, I don’t know why. People must be afraid of freaky shit or something.
Please practice your kinks safely and with a consenting partner. There, now I gave you good advice so you don’t come crying to me because you tried some some new things with your girlfriend and now you have to tell an embarrassing story to an ER doctor who kinda looks like your sophomore year history professor and you have to focus on that so you don’t think about the silicone radish jammed up your downstairs.
Or something like that. Just saying.
Anyway. The movie. Right.
Gerald’s Game is an enjoyable film for a couple reasons. First and foremost, the acting. Carla Gugino carries the film, and Bruce Greenwood is no slouch either. The two combine to create compelling emotional scenes in a dialogue-heavy movie that could have easily dragged if I was not so drawn into the characters.
The second reason is that the movie is deeply unsettling. It has what I would call a creeping horror. This is not a slasher horror with teens getting chopped in half on prom night. It’s a woman slowly going mad as she battles the concepts of time and death. Much of the film is so viscerally uncomfortable that if it wasn’t so worth watching I would have turned it off.
Overall this is the type of movie that will stick with you long after you watch it and pop into your head one day out of nowhere, sort of like the memory of that time you suggested that thing with the rope and candle wax and your girlfriend freaked out even though she said she wanted you to be honest with her and she went to stay at her friend Rachel’s for the night and you ate ramen out of a cup for dinner alone.
Or something like that. Just saying.
