1981

Anna is stuck. stuck in a mentally-abusive marriage. stuck in an unfulfilling affair. stuck sneaking around to see her son. cutting eases the pain, but not for long. she’s beginning to lose her sanity. with little left to live for, she begins to have what we think is a seizure: flailing around and shaking in an empty subway station. she smashes her groceries in hysterics and sends egg yolk flying across the wall. something’s wrong. this isn’t a seizure. the title of the movie and our expectations (which at this point have already been skewed) tell us that she’s being taken over by a demon or some other evil, omniscient being. we jump cut to her kneeling on the floor in excruciating pain. white excrement oozes from her mouth. blood and viscera exit her. she is giving birth to what ultimately spells the end of the life she knew before, and the doom of those who left she is trying to leave behind.

a link to the excellent blog post that stirred my adventurous side for an evening. due credit also to motherfuckin Dr. Alan Grant himself, Sam Neill, for his performance as the estranged husband.