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Bereavement: A Review

I have always been a fan of horror movies. Whether the movie is a psycho- thriller, or about spirits and ghouls, I will always give it a shot. Lately, however, I have not been impressed with the newest movies to join the horror genre. I found Paranormal Activity to be a complete disappointment, and movies like The Crazies to predictable. The new Nightmare on Elm St. was decent, but still not very impressive. This past weekend I decided to rent a scary movie (to watch alone because I like too, and my boyfriend is not a fan) and I was shocked at how impressed I was.

Bereavement is a movie that starts out with a mother, explaining to her child’s new caretaker, the importance of the steps she must take too properly care for her child. This young boy has an ailment that allows him too not feel pain. He could be stabbed in the leg and he would not feel, nor be fazed by it. While the mother is explaining to the caretaker, the child, who is called Martin, is abducted while out in the yard.

After the abduction, Martin is forced to stay with the man who took him for years. The man makes Martin watch as well as participate in unimaginable and horrific activities. I will not spoil anymore of this movie, but I will say the ending is anything but predictable and I hope that my readers check this one out. As far as psycho-thriller movies go, I give Bereavement an A+.

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