theringby Alicia Glass, contributing writer

“Before you die, you will see the ring.” And hopefully before October is over, you’ll see this amazing film!

Another instance of Hollywood attempting to cash in on the JHorror craze that happened years ago, The Ring manages to keep more or less the same underlying story as the earlier Japanese film, Ringu, and yet make this film all its own, like a college-student-on-drugs art film. There are indeed some very graphic scenes and the creep factor is quite off-the-scale on this one, yet if you pay close attention, there is a sadness from most involved in the story of the ring that is profound. Of Samara’s rage, we have no doubt whatsoever.

It’s a typical night at some teenage girl’s house, where she and her friends steal illicit sips of alcohol and in general try to scare each other with a horror tale of a tape that kills you seven days after you watch it. Ha-ha, laugh it off, good joke … hey where did Katie go and why does the TV keep turning back on? Katie’s aunt Rachel decides to investigate the happenings of Katie’s death and the deaths of her three friends, who apparently saw the tape when they rented a weekend cabin. Katie (Amber Tamblyn) was just the last one to die absolutely horribly (the others bit it already), and you can just imagine what their deaths were like. See, the ring doesn’t just distort your own sense of reality and whatever pictures are taken of you, oh no. The watchers of the videotape get to be plagued with horrendous nightmares, visions if you will, of this extremely odd little girl, some bothered horses, and this pretty older woman, who likes to comb her hair and make a final statement by tossing herself off a cliff as gracefully as possible. What do wells, bothered horses, cliff-side lighthouses, falling ladders and burning leaves have in common? Pay close attention to the outstanding story, and find out!

ring_7After a bunch of research, Naomi Watts as Rachel thinks she’s got a handle on everything after she pulls a skeleton out of a well, and goes to tell her gifted boy Aidan that it’s all good. David Dorfman as Aidan gives his level best wide-eyed terror look, reminiscent of The Sixth Sense, only much much worse, explaining to his mother that Samara never actually sleeps. And while Rachel has actually managed to negate the curse (she still has to figure out how, because it wasn’t the liberation of that damp skeleton) for herself, Martin Henderson as Noah, Rachel’s ex and Aidan’s father, is about to see the ring for the final time!

I remember seeing this film for the first time in theaters and nearly jumping out of my skin when Samara crawled out of the television in broad daylight. Yet another instance of some very fine storytelling and simple but effective makeup magic to bring a film to supernatural superiority! Can you tell us dark fantasy lovers here at why the ring took seven days specifically, to kill people?