Carrie

Down the road that I must travel

You think today was bad

A near word-for-word remake—second credited screenwriter Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa must’ve added the internet stuff—of the 1976 horror classic, Kimberly Peirce's version of Carrie is an unnecessary update with its own charm nonetheless (and 100 percent less full-frontal nudity, thankfully). Chloe Grace Moretz is Carrie, the high schooler who gets her first period in gym class—with even more blood than the De Palma version, which was still too much—and thinks she’s dying because her Mom (Julianne Moore) is a complete nutjob who is just waiting for Jesus to fix everything. You know the rest: bullying, prom, pig blood, telekinesis, rampage. Moretz is more age-appropriate than Sissy Spacek (who was 26) but lacks the same ethereal weirdness; mostly she hunches to show her internal turmoil. Moore has witch hair, dead eyes and self-mutilates, a simmering, slow-boil crazy that’s scarier when it explodes. But Carrie's not really scary, anyway, it's a sad psychological torture story, an anti-coming-of-age tale, starring two women and directed by a lesbian. So it’s notable, if not entirely purposeful.

About The Author

Support The Coast

At a time when the city needs local coverage more than ever, we’re asking for your help to support independent journalism. We are committed as always to providing free access to readers, particularly as we confront the impact of COVID-19 in Halifax and beyond.

Read more about the work we do here, or consider making a donation. Thank you for your support!

Comments (0)

Add a comment

Add a Comment

Get more Halifax

The Coast Daily email newsletter is your extra dose of the city Monday through Friday. Sign up and go deep on Halifax.


Recent Comments