"What did that guy say when I said 'who's that guy?'" - a review by pearlyWatching Ring taught me one thing. And that one thing is that it's difficult to get scared when you have relatively bad eyesight, and are trying to read subtitles that haven't been done very professionally. Ahh, the curse of the bad subtitle. This particular movie suffers from white-text-on-white-or-light-background syndrome. In this day and age, why the subtitle-talking-dudes can't get it together to have some kind of shadowing on their subtitles, I will never know. Thankfully, much of the movie is in darkness or dimly lit locations, so I didn't have to squint too often.
Ring is a Japanese horror film (not to be confused with The Ring (2002), the Hollywood blockbuster remake starring Naomi Watts). It's about a video whose viewers die one week after watching it. After her niece's death, a journalist watches the video and then goes on an investigation to try and find out the cause of (and a way to stop) the deaths.
Ring is scary, in a (I hate to say this) The Blair Witch Project (1999) kinda way. Up until towards the end, it relies more on dark lighting and weird visuals than on directly showing baddies chasing their victims or whatever (though it is less documentary-style).
As with most scary movies, the whole point is to get yourself worked up into a bit of a lather (the rest of the "plot" is usually irrelevant), and, as previously mentioned, I found this a little difficult under the circumstances, but I still thought Ring was a pretty interesting movie. It's a little B-grade in terms of effects and whatnot, but aren't all good horrors?
Interestingly, this movie didn't provide any moments where I was so shocked by something that had happened that I jumped fair out of my seat. Most "scary movies" these days rely on the suspenseful surprise occurance somewhat (see Scream (1996)), but Ring is different. This difference can only be a good thing.
P.S. if watching the video via watching the movie is enough to kill you, then I'm already dead. R.I.P. me.
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