Naomi is the blood and dust of the investigation, she found God along the road, a ghost seems like a joke, now
Gore Verbinski, the director, I suppose was never looking to create a pop culture storm. And he did. I mean I was too little to understand the cultural impact it had. But it certainly traveled to me even decades and way too much distance later. And I think that he wasn’t looking for a response as such for the film barely feels commercial. It is also not a horror. You have to go through that staggering final act and right after the credit starts rolling you realize the harrowing nature of the film and why it so boldly claims to be of that genre.
For the film, the script in its structure is a good gripping story about a thorough investigation done right. Also along with that, the film has a short film in the storyline that she, Naomi, has to decode which I loved the most. Naomi Watts tries to understand the art form with clues spread across this art house short film. That’s the premise. That’s the film. And with a countdown ticking at the back of their and our head the film uses those elements as tools to increase the pace of the film.
I saw it with my father and all he wanted to know, always was what day it was. The Ring is a sensational horror film primarily for it doesn’t treat itself and its audience like the way it is endorsed. There are no cheap setups, no loud screams and no bourgeois schemes installed separately to scare us an excuse or definition of boasting that “This is a horror.” Another aspect of the film is mythology, so malleable that it throws you out convincing you that it is not mythical. This juggling has you as a ball and you’re going to have a time of your life, figuring out what happens at the end of the day. Seventh day.