Found (2012) *
Found (2012) |
While I might not be the kind of horror fan or demographic your product might be catered to, I am glad you have the available outlet, the medium and platform, to submit it for the appropriate viewing audience. Found (2012) came to my attention when it was mentioned alongside a film named Headless (2015; which I also have on the agenda for the blog later) on the IMDb Horror board. They have a link to each other that I didn't delve too much into, wanting instead to just experience it for myself.
Found concerns a family that is anything but normal although you wouldn't realize it if you were a neighbor in this suburban enclave where they live. The oldest son of the family is an actual psychopath with a head in a bowling bag in his closet. His younger brother (who also shares an equal love for dark subject matter) knows his secret (that he harbors a darkness that will continue to grow worse, almost certain that he's only going to commit more deviant acts in the future), and admits (he narrates the film) he would most likely be killed if it was learned he also knew of the severed head in the bowling bag.
This film has a huge underground following. While it might not be a film that appeals to a broad base, it does have its focal support. I think a part of the reason (or perhaps a majority of the reason) it has led to such an impact with its cult audience is the emphasis on how the family unit isn't so functional as it might appear. That the veneer of normalcy in a middle class suburban household hides underneath it quite a blackness. In just a brief moment, we get a glimpse of racism within the father. The mother is oblivious to her older son's burgeoning psychopathy. Her younger son, while mature enough to realize what his brother's up to (while their mother and father are clueless), is able to separate fiction from reality, sanity from insanity. He tries to steel himself at the end, as we hear the kid speak, trying to hold himself from "slippage", unlike the big brother who left him trapped in a room, sandwiched between the bloody, desecrated remains of what was once his parents. It is quite an unsettling close to a disturbing film. It has something to say, and there is a questioning of parental neglect. However, I am always a bit concerned when there's an insinuation that if you grow up watching horror you turn into a headcase with urges to destroy people. I am not that way, and I snuck a lot of the horror films I watched. My mother did realize I was watching horror and voiced her concern about how the genre could be "a corrupting influence" to me. But it wasn't. I don't harbor the yearning desire to kill anyone, or do I think horror imprints necessarily a dark impulse towards violence.
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