…when you realize that your best friend is a psycho. That happened to me this past weekend. As I lounged in bed in a Las Vegas hotel room with my best friend (who surprised me with the trip Friday afternoon with a, “pack a bag, our plane leaves in three hours”), nursing a hangover and sipping a beer, we decided to watch a movie. What we decided to watch was ‘Creep’…and as my best friend laughed and laughed and laughed I realized he was laughing because he knew that I knew that he knew this movie was about our friendship. Every single thing that Josef does, my best friend has done (like, I’m not even joking…there is a comparison for EVERYTHING, including Peachfuzz) and will continue to do. In fact, he literally pretended to stab me during the closing credits just to see that split second look in my eyes where I look like I want to kill him, because, as he noted, that was his favorite part of the film. And I did jump, the same way I jumped about three weeks ago when he walked out of his bedroom with a shotgun and shot me…with a blank, but he shot me nonetheless, and for a split second I actually thought I was dead.
Why? Why did I jump, when I’ve been best friends with this man for five years and I swear nothing he does surprises me? I jumped because of that very reality. Nothing surprises me…even the idea of him killing me.
OF COURSE I don’t think he’d kill me. Like, I know he wouldn’t, at least I think I know, but you know…there is always that deeply buried thought that maybe, just maybe, he really is as crazy as he tells you he is.
And now Mark Duplass and Patrick Brice are also trying to tell me he’s crazy, and I’m a little worried.
Alright, so enough about the bestie, let’s talk about this film. ‘Creep’ was made for about $80 (I have no idea how much this film was made for, but honestly I could have made this film for free since the bestie already has a go-pro and he likes to film everything we do…oh…wait…there’s a comparison right there) but it’s $80 that feel like gold because this movie makes you feel everything. I hope that entire $80 went to Mark Duplass, because he gives a performance that had me so unnerved and so internally conflicted that I am still riled from it. Every ounce of uncomfortable terror that one can find in a film is found in this one. The reality of the fact that this could very well happen (and probably has) helps create a sense of realism that a lot of big budget horror films don’t have. I believed every second of this. I completely understood how this could happen.
As I looked over at him, his big blue eyes staring right through me, I knew that I’d sit on a park bench for him if he asked me to (obviously because I’m the best person in the whole world).
I can’t even get into this movie with you. Like, how can I without spoiling the whole thing? Um, Aaron is a videographer who answers a Craigslist ad (already a bad sign) for a one-day job involving a video camera. Aaron doesn’t know who he’s meeting and the ad asked him to be discreet, so he doesn’t tell anyone what he’s doing. He drives out to this desolate mountain home where he meets Josef, and things get really weird. Can I say more? I shouldn’t. Just watch this and see for yourself, for going in blind is half the terror.
When the movie ended, after the fake stabbing, we decided to sleep off the rest of the hangover before we caught our plane ride home. We had already spent two nights living it up and we’re old now so that was more than enough so we rolled over and proceeded to get some shut-eye. It was then that the bestie pushed himself up against me and whispered into my ear, “You’re my favorite”. Within a few minutes he was snoring. That is when I took my leave and spent the rest of the afternoon turning my hangover into inebriation in the bar downstairs.
But here's the kicker; he's my favorite too.