I watched The Ring, last night, the U.S. remake, not the original Japanese Ringu. I was a bit conflicted about it because I do try to see originals first, like REC or Let the Right One In, but I'd heard good things about this 2002 Naomi Watts vehicle and was just not in the mood for subtitles. I was in the mood to be scared a bit, however, and The Ring fit the bill. Although twelve years after its release I am already well aware that many of its iconic moments are now well-worn tropes (i.e. evil girl with dripping wet black hair), it still did its thing.
Everyone by now knows the story: there's a videotape and if you see it, you die seven days later. The fun thing is that this movie is as much a mystery-thriller as it is horror; the onscreen body count is low and the bulk of the movie follows reporter/mom Rachel (Watts) as she tries to figure out WTF. Director Gore Verbinski sets a very creepy, atmospheric stage with a dark, almost monochromatic color palate, rain-washed and moody, very evocative of the J-horror from which this remake sprung. The opening scene - with a very good Amber Tamblyn - effectively ratchets up the tension. Many of the shots are beautifully framed, especially the ones out at the horse farm - not what you expect from your average horror flick. And speaking of horses: anyone who does not find the horse on the ferry scene disturbing is a bad person.
While I thought it was maybe a little bit long at 1 hr. 55 min., I enjoyed The Ring quite a lot. I don't suppose it holds up that well on repeated viewings and it does seem dated now, what with the flip phones and videotape, but I found it a fun Thursday night viewing. Now if someone could just tell me why that creepy little kid called his mom by her first name ...
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