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Motherhood Can Be Bad, Movies Can Be Worse.

There are no shortage of horror movies that deal with the inherent terror of impending motherhood. I've jotted a few words in past entries about some of the more famous "motherhood is horrifying" movies out there. Tonight, we'll touch on a few others.

Enjoy.

Baby Shower - 2011

Watching this movie inspired my need to create this post.

The gist:
A pregnant woman invites her best friends to visit her at her isolated home (wait for it....) in the jungle? She then throws a fit and accuses ONE OF THEM of having an affair with her husband. And how did she learn of this affair, you ask? Well. Despite not having seen any of these friends for an undisclosed amount of time that is implied to be very long, she heard other women gossiping about it at the local beauty parlor.

Now THAT sounds like a legitimate reason to call a meeting in which to hurl accusations at your friends.

Then. A random hippy woman shows up and someone starts murdering people.

I don't even know who the killer turns out to be because I made it through roughly 75% of the movie and then had to turn it off. Me. Turning off movies. What the hell is this world coming to?!

I think it was made in Chile. If it were American, I'd assume it was made for the Lifetime network; the acting was terrible, and the effects were all digital and so low budget that they were a distraction from whatever plot there was.

I can't even provide you the bonus torture of watching the trailer, I can't find one.

Grace - 2009

I knew I loved Grace the first time I watched the trailer. Since its release, I've made it my mission to make as many people as possible watch it.

The gist:
Young couple is about to have a baby. Husband dies in a car accident, wife survives. Baby dies. In utero. Mother carries baby to term.

Now, if that description alone doesn't make you feel a little queasy while you're reading it - I'm ready to push you right over the edge: mother gives birth to stillborn baby, then wills her back to life. And while zombie baby may look adorable, apparently, teething is a real bitch with this one.

What else can I say? Be careful what you wish for. Any baby that you will back to life won't be what you expect. Seriously. Read Pet Sematary. Sometimes, dead is better.

If zombie babies chewing off your nipples isn't squirm-inducing enough, we'll add some GILF action to that with a little touch of mother fetish... what's the one where you like to drink breast milk because it gets you sexually excited? Anyway...

I love Grace because it's actually quite subtle and is immensely unsettling. It really gets under your skin and you'll find yourself thinking back to moments in the movie and feeling that creeping sting of nausea crawling up your throat.

I will note here that Grace is tellingly written by a man (Paul Solet); it screams, "I am terrified of procreation and birth and womanhood". I read a great interview with him about making Grace, but he neglected to mention this terror. I'm pretty sure it's a thing though.

Watch it. You'll see.

Watch the trailer here and fall as crazily in love as I did:



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