Thoughts Upon Seeing “Haute Tension”
Dismay, disgust and disdain at the slaughter of a family
Decapitation, mutilation, overkill à la Grand Guignol
I cover my eyes but peek between my fingers
Fountains of gore cannot quench the implacable blood-lust,
Pathetic cries cannot sway the impervious evil of
the killer
Saturated with the cruor of his kills he opts for take-out
A fettered female is tossed into his ancient van
He is cocky and cruel, but also heedless
He is being tracked by a hip sexy heroine, come to fight for her beloved
Or is she just shadowboxing?
At turns titillating and horripilating, the story twists and flips
Leaving one numb and disoriented
When I close my eyes I see gory images running in a loop
Like carrion birds circling their supper
I will never see France the same way again
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