![]() ![]() I kept reading, hoping the story payoff would be worth it. I love horror stories, it’s definitely my favorite genre. I have a pretty high tolerance for gore and horrible things happening to people, though I draw the line at like, the insane collection of straight to DVD Hellraiser movies, or anything made by Eli Roth, because if I’m going to put horrible things in my head that will haunt me when I fall asleep or am alone in a cold dark house, it had better be worthwhile at least (Eli Roth never is. (Fuck Eli Roth.) (Just because you’re showing more horrible things on screen than your peers are doesn’t make you special or an artiste, dude, it makes you an attention seeker who needs therapy.)) The Deep has one of the most disturbing death descriptions (not the dog) I’ve ever read. ![]() I was walking around a lake as I listened to it on Audible and I had to stop walking and deep breathe because I thought I was going to throw up. That is not how I like to spend my time, but again I can tolerate that sort of thing if it helps the story. ![]() What really takes The Deep from “edgelord but interesting” to “Bye Felicia” is the ending. ![]()
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