I Went To See A Quiet Place Yesterday To Feel Something And I Basically Peed My Pants

You know when you have one of those days where everything seems blurry and slow, and you just need a jolt? That was yesterday for me. So I decided to make good use of my Moviepass and see the film my friends had been ranting about, A Quiet Place.

Here's the deal: this movie rules. Also, don’t see this movie in theaters if you don’t like scary movies. I don’t know how I did it, but I some how convinced myself some time between seeing the terrifying looking trailers and entering the movie theater that this wasn’t a scary movie. I don’t know what I expected, but it was a really fucking scary movie. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s amazing. It’s a brilliant, yet simple concept that is executed extraordinarily well and leads to an hour and a half of tense, intimate, moving and ultimately, really impressive filmmaking.

Again, this movie nearly made me poop my pants. It took me three hours after leaving the theater to stop breathing like a fucking psychopath. Was I an idiot for going in expecting otherwise? Yes. Yes, for sure. But it's not all my fault, okay? The fact that there’s very little in way of a soundtrack and John Krasinski went full psycho on sound engineering this film, there’s not a moment from start to finish where you don’t feel the tension. This is a ninety minute long movie and you feel every second of it.

Anybody who sees this movie and tells you they weren’t scared is lying. Get them out of your lives. You don’t need that negativity. Not only is it scary but it’s really, really fucking good. Is it perfect? For sure not, but it’s got legs, and the chemistry between the Krasinski, Emily Blunt, and the rest of their onscreen family makes it worth a watch alone. Wear a diaper, see this movie, use it as a lie detector to weed out your shitty friends, hug your mom, and share this blog.