When The Conjuring came out a few weeks ago, I looked at the poster with a different eye to the way I look at others. This time I looked with anticipation and excitement. Not because the story interested me. Not because I anticipate each film of this genre. I felt a thrill because I know one of the players in this story.
Horror is not a genre I normally choose to see at the cinema. Many films of this ilk, I feel, aim merely to elicit screams and terror. However, this film is different on may levels: the director, James Wan, has a reputation for directing well-made films; the story is based on actual events experienced by paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren; and I have known one of the actors for many years.
Even though the film was not one that I normally choose to see, I came out of the movie theatre with no regrets. The story drew me in; the actors captured my interest and kept it; the cinematography suited the subject matter. I did jump a few times in my seat when the unexpected happened; and I kept wishing that the characters would listen to my silent exhortations.
But even more than the thrill of the story, was the thrill of seeing someone I know up on the big screen. I have seen the journey he has taken to reach this point in his career, and seeing him act out his lines on screen made my heart swell with pride. He is on his way to realising his dreams and that, for me, is far more important than seeing him on the big screen among well-known actors. He has grabbed on his dream with both hands and is working hard to achieve it. One step at a time.
Have you seen The Conjuring?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013