Posted by sean on September 5, 2008 at 9:21 pm in Movies with No Comments

When I was a kid, I was always told “Don’t talk to strangers” there was also “If a man comes up to you and asks if you would like some sweets, say no” and everyone’s favourite “Never go with a man if he asks you to go and look at some puppies in the boot of his car”

So, why should you be afraid of strange people? Well, after watching The Strangers this afternoon, I know why – and it isn’t because they may turn out to be like Gary Glitter…

The advert for the film was on TV the other week. The commercial itself was enough to frighten Claire and me, so I was very wary about watching the actual movie!

Jon came round, so, in his company, I plucked up the courage to put it on. A lot of the movie was watched from behind the safety of a cushion, with fingers in ears – yes, I’m a pussy.

All I can say is I am glad I watched it from the safety of my flat and not in the cinema – too many moments to make you jump out your skin.

Not a suitable film for anybody with a heart condition or prone to loose bowel movements.

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