I'm never going near a cave again.

Rating: 9/10 (25 March 2006)

I'm not the type of person who scares easily. My girlfriend doesn't like horror movies so I don't get to watch them often. However, when she goes out for a night and I'm sitting all alone in the house I like to turn out all the lights, get a big bag of crisps, crack open two or three beers and rent the latest horror movie. I think it's important to maintain a certain level of disbelief when you're watching this type of movie, the first time I saw the Exorcist was at midnight on Halloween when it was re-released and the screening was ruined by Neanderthals who thought they were hard for laughing at the slightly dated special effects. I quickly realised that any need to suspend my disbelief during The Descent evaporated as the claustrophobic setting of this movie was unveiled. As if this wasn't enough, the characters eventually came upon the more supernatural terrors of the caves which were presented in fleeting moments of light, in the depths of the caverns. I don't want to say anything else because I want you to get the full benefit of the emotions for which this movie was created. It absolutely scared the crap out of me! When it was finished I actually felt physically affected as if I was stepping off a roller-coaster. Perhaps it caught me at a vulnerable moment, but I'm feeling fine at the moment and the thought of it still raises my heart beat.