the magic book of nightmares


Seriously though, I really enjoyed this movie, quite a lot in fact.

It’s weird, and bizarre, and has a lot of atmosphere and likability going for it. I think the characters are all great, with La Muerte and Xibalba stealing the show in every scene they are in. The set up is also pretty creative, and it knows how to use the production design to draw the viewer into its world, which also makes the story more engaging. I have never came across a movie that has such a colorful idea about Death.

It’s a really happy counterpart to all the other more depressing movies that come around this time of the year, which I find very welcoming. So I definitely recommend this one, give it a watch if you haven’t already.

And now, if you excuse me, I need to tip-toe my way out of here. I suddenly don’t feel safe at all.

I dreamed I spoke in another’s language,
I dreamed I lived in another’s skin,
I dreamed I was my own beloved,
I dreamed I was a tiger’s kin.

I dreamed that Eden lived inside me,
And when I breathed a garden came,
I dreamed I knew all of Creation,
I dreamed I knew the Creator’s name.

I dreamed–and this dream was the finest–
That all I dreamed was real and true,
And we would live in joy forever,
You in me, and me in you.

—  Clive Barker, Days of Magic, Nights of War