Trap. Fear. Panic.

With the way Quentin Tarantino did a play on having a person trapped helplessly in a box underneath the earth TWICE in his directorial career makes me wonder what it is in it that makes him just wanna make us face the horror over and again, with the viewers gripping their seats as though transfixed on the hope that the person lives because there just wouldn't be any point at it when the person just dies, or is there? A literal encore is what that is! And another season of CSI Las Vegas comes to an end, with style.

The famous line by Eleanor Roosevelt that goes, "do one thing everyday that scares you," had flown fast and low in my mind's airstrip as I entertained the thought that maybe the director had this thing with the idea of "being burried alive." Yeah, he did not personally experience it but playing with an embodiment of raw fear could sometimes make it less haunting and more understandable and concrete and real to some.

But then there is this much bigger possiblity that as the script was already done and that there is going to be a live-burial scene and that there is no one more able to carry it out than the person responsible for making the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique as real in cinema as the Lady of the Lake is to classic Avalon.

Grave Danger just made me like CSI all the more.

posted by Fritz @ 11:40 PM