If you asked me what are some of my favorite movies, amongst Let The Right One, The Wicker Man (original) Freaks and many others, the first answer I would give would be Curdled.
The week before I left home to move to Chicago for college, I was watching the Sundance Channel and came across this little Quentin Tarantino produced film. I was going through a major indie movie phrase but what I watched appealed more to my “non-mainstream” side. It touched the horror loving girl in me.
During my high school years, I wasn’t completely *jazz hands* about my love for horror. I loved horror movies, I spent every weekend going to the theater and I rented out everything at my local Blockbuster and Hollywood that was horror related and with my parents permission, I pay-per-video a lot of movies too. My youth spent in New Orleans was not filled with conventions, horror sites/chats or blogs. I was alone in this world and my love for horror movies were kept hidden from the public.
It was the moment that I watched Curdled for the first time that I didn’t feel like a gore-loving weirdo.
Gabriella, a Columbian immigrant, is obsessed with understanding death and the acts of murder. The current string of murders by “The Blue Blood Killer” of affluent Miami socialites increases her curiosity. She lands a job with a post-murder cleaning service and during a Blue-Blood clean-up job, discovers evidence that police have overlooked. Gabriella comes face-to-face with The Blue Blood Killer and what quickly becomes a bond, shortly ends when they come to a decapitation disagreement.
Gabriella is me! Ok, she’s a bit more extreme than I am and she’s a little bit more naive and child-like but her intense desire to just know and understand is on par with my love for the horror genre. The obsession is sick and normal people don’t get it but it’s ours to value and embrace, so fuck ’em.
I would like to say that it was this movie and Gabriella’s morbid spirit that broke me out of my shell. She seemed like a normal girl but was deeply intrigued with something that she never thought others would understand. That doesn’t stop her or make her want to change. I’m not goth nor do I look like the kind of girl that gets excited and uber giddy during gory kill scenes in movies. But I do, uncontrollable giddy actually.
I went to college and I ended up making friends with other horror lovers (http://hightowerandjones.blogspot.com/) and learned about conventions and other things that made my love for horror grow and expand.
This movie was the foundation that led me to be me and for that, this is my number one favorite movie.
Also as many times as I’ve seen this, I’m still debating what I love more, the end or what follows after the credits. Either way, this isn’t a gory movie in the sense of brutal killing, it’s almost a one-note movie where there’s no real dramatic point until the last scene which really is just funny. This movie isn’t going to make any “best of” lists and it probably won’t be a cult classic gem but this movie will forever be in my heart.