posted by Lady Barnacle on Brittney Snow, Dining room, Drinking Games, Eating, Family, film, Film Review, Game, Horror, Horror Movie, Human Sacrifice, Movie, Richard Connell, The Most dangerous Game, would you rather
We all know the game "Would you rather?" It's not only a great way to get to know someone but definitely a big hit at parties when the consequence is downing the rest of your drink. The premise of the game is simple. One person asks "Would you rather _____________ or _____________?" and the person playing must choose. It combines the best of both the truth and the dare. In fact it's become so popular that there is a website that does the asking for you.
But at the end of the day it's just a game right? Your decisions don't have life altering consequences or really harm anyone, do they? That's exactly what the 2012 film by the same title asks. "Would You Rather?" takes a game and turns it into our worst nightmare.
A young woman finds herself in a tough situation when both her parents die and she is now the sole caretaker for her brother, who is in desperate need of an organ transplant. So when her Doctor introduces her to a wealthy benefactor who offers her the chance at not only financial security but the very organ her brother needs, we're left wondering what's the catch? She must play a game, cue the "dun dun dunnnnn" music. Thus "Would You Rather?" begins.
Reminiscent of Richard Connell's The Most Dangerous Game, we're taken to the dining room of the wealthy benefactor. Where the question is dealt around like candy, would you rather electrocute the person sitting across from you or take the shock yourself. The strangers quickly define their relationships to one another, and decision making happens in it's rawest form.
The rest of the film takes place around the dining room table, literally the center of 'home', of comfort, of family, transformed into a terrifying setting of every one's worst nightmare. Perhaps this is what makes the film so good, it's not the game that we all love to hate, yet still continue to play at every party, through every long road trip, but it's the setting. The dining room table. It's not only the center of the household's most important meals, but also it's most important conversations. Some of the best memories and worst are spent around the table. Holidays, sharing meals with loved ones, and those tough conversations over cups of tea and a slice of cake. We literally tend to revolve around the table, growing up, nourishing our lives, joining hands and saying a prayer for those we care about.
Yet still one of the best, yet predictable, parts of the film is the ending. One that leave you questioning what the love for those around our dining room table makes us capable of, one that leaves you wondering weather you'd rather choose the ultimate sacrifice for the ones you love, or....
posted by Lady Barnacle on America's finest city, Blogger, California, Comic Con, Guest Blogger, LA, Matt Louv, Mexican Food, PB, San Diego, seasons, Sharks, Taco Bell, Translation, travel, Whale's Vagina, WTF
“Why would anyone eat at Taco Bell when there's so much real Mexican food here?”
“Have you been to Omnia yet?”
“It's so expensive here!”
“People are so fake here.”
“I've never been to Comic-Con but I so want to go.”
“I'm from a whale's vagina.”
“I hate PB, it's full of bros.”
“I hate North Park. It's full of hipsters.”
“I won't even go to SeaWorld anymore after seeing Blackfish.”Translation: I haven't even thought about going to SeaWorld since I was 10. But still, I’m taking a STAND, dammit.
“I actually really like it when it rains.”Translation: I think this is a bold, novel opinion even though almost everyone shares it.
“Sometimes I wish we had real seasons.”Translation: I moved here from the Midwest and will be back there within two years.
“This brunch place is legit.”Translation: This brunch place uses that one hypermodern font on its hand-pressed paper menus. Everything is wood. The table is wood. The plates are wood. The food is... maybe wood? The waiter doesn't have tattoos so much as he is a tattoo.
“I'm not afraid of sharks.”Translation: I pretend not to be afraid of sharks.
“I never go up to LA.”Translation: I'm desperately afraid of making unprotected left turns.
“Let's go party in TJ.”Translation: I'm not actually your friend.
© The Traveling Barnacle
- Remove your headphones. I know Beyonce is super inspiring when it comes to mile #3 but trust me on this one, being able to hear someone come up behind you is better than "Who run the world!?"
- Vary your route. Whenever I switch up my route I'm more alert, as I'm totally going to trip over this new terrain.
- It may sound silly but I make sure and tell someone I'm going running. And I don't mean social media. It's actually better not to post your route and have it fall into the wrong hands. Text your friend, your mom, who ever and let them know "I'm going for a run".
- Better yet, run with a friend. You can browse through Meetup.com and find a ton of local running groups. I find I can usually catch up with the Navy Guys and trail them in the mornings.
- And finally trust your instincts. If a street looks too dark, turn back now! You don't wanna be that idiot in your favorite horror movie who clearly goes into the dark forest against all logic and common sense. And if you feel like someone is following you, move somewhere more public or just call the police.