This Movie Taught Me.

Bring Her Back the Movie.

Grapefruit

Yesterday, I watched a very peculiar and gory horror movie. If I’m to rate it over ten for bloody, it takes a damn eleven!

However, as much as I would like to narrate the movie from top to bottom for you, I’ll limit myself to the necessary details.

The movie centers two siblings but they're both from different mothers. The eldest is a boy and the youngest is a girl. The girl is blind partially, and can only see lights and colours.

Now, the main film starts from them returning and seeing their father dead on the bathroom floor. He slipped and fell. Because of they are young, they are taken to foster care and that's where shit goes down.

The woman to take charge of them is a grieving mother who just recently lost her daughter. At first, she gives off weird vibes, but that's normal, everyone's weird. 

However, her weird is because she plans to bring her dead child back to life using some crazy Russian juju where people are being used as host for a demonic being. This though is unknown to the children. 

But then, Alex, the eldest notices the other child named Ollie (whom she claims is under her care too) is a bit abnormal like very abnormal.

A particular scene that stuck with me is Ollie trying to eat a knife, thereby tearing his mouth in the process. And this scene finally alerts Alex to understand that shit’s not safe anymore.

Fast forward a bit down, Alex is killed by you know who. And Piper who is supposed to be drowned, the exact way the woman‘s child died is left to save herself.

Remember, Piper‘s partially blind, meaning seeing is difficult. But she survived. 

All in all, it was a good film though the starting was a bit dry. I loved how they remained true to the plot. Piper‘s blindness was acted to its fullest capacity without slight mishaps that might go uncovered by me but not by certain thorough film critics.

That being said, there's a lesson I learnt in this movie. There are others but this particular lesson takes the creme de la creme.

I’ll stop fighting if the people I fight for no longer exist.

When Piper found out Alex was dead, through touching the braces on his teeth after discovering his dead body that she ran into while escaping the clutches of the mad woman, she started crying, shouting grapefruit, a word the siblings shared when they wanted the other to be sincere irrespective of how bad the truth will hurt.

While watching, I was like, “guy, this girl's survival instinct is too low. The Nigerian in me will never shout knowing I’m one, blind, and two, risking my life the more by possibly attracting Ollie that newsflash: had started eating human flesh.

So why??? Why will I intentionally do that to myself?

Then, I woke up the next morning and began thinking. Alex was the only, I mean only family Piper had. And he was dead. I likened myself to her (yep, I do that a lot) and I felt shitty for saying what I said the day prior. Because if I was Piper, I won't even fight.

I kept on saying her survival instinct is low, and praising myself for a strength that I pray to never actualize because its actuality bears my family's existence. 

However, I'm weaker than Piper. I struggle to see or imagine a world without my loved ones. They are my reasons to live each time I wake up in the morning. I love them immensely.

So, as I said earlier, I pictured them, lying on the floor, killed by someone outside the door, and I knew. I knew Piper's stronger than me. If it was me, I’d lie down, and willingly wait for the woman to do as she pleases, because what's life without the people who make it worth living? The answer? Bad. Depressing. Sad. Not worth it.

But, I know there are people who don't think this way. They live. Even when those they love passes away. They believe those they love still watches over them. Maybe one day, I’ll get there. Maybe one day, I’ll think this way, live this way.

But now, I fear. Now, I live for them. And I pray, they are always here. 

Thus, in conclusion, hopefully, we’ll all learn to watch movies, putting ourselves in the same seat. It leaves you thinking, “where I the main character, how, just how would I have wanted the story, movie, series, to end?”

In case you are a fan of horror movies, this one’s for you to add to your to be watched (tbw), Bring Her Back.

But till next time, 

Bye and hope you come back to see...more of me.

Love,

Uchechi.