I must admit, despite the fact it's a festival darling and a five-star film by all accounts, I have no intention of watching this.
The last time I braved a horror film, it was Insidious, a fairly lacklustre offering that delves into a mystical realm called 'the Further' to stop a boy from being possessed by a malevolent entity. Unlike Paranormal Activity where the foe is never seen, Insidious got brave and tried to create a new horror icon; a demon dressed in black with a a passing resemblance to Darth Maul. Anyway, one of the film's centerpiece moments revolves around a house alarm going off in the middle of the night, causing the family to leave their child alone. The other revolves around a grandfather clock at the end of a long corridor. So far, so pedestrian.
The next day, I was home alone, idly watching reruns of The Simpsons on a Sunday, when my neighbour's house alarm went off. Being the excellent, stand-up member of the community that I am, I took our spare key and ventured outside to investigate. The door was locked, so no forced entry here. I turn the key, let myself in and turn off the alarm. Then I see it.
At some point over the two years since I was there last, my neighbours redecorated. And at some point in time, they've inherited or installed a massive bloody grandfather clock at the end of the hallway.
So yeah, I am not watching The Babadook. Have fun with this one.
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