Scott is A Big Fat Jerk
It's true.
He's willing to leave Linda behind to the mercy of the ancient demons who have possesed the rest of their friends and set out on foot by himself. And he knows she can't walk because the entity formerly known as Sheila stabbed her rather violently in the ankle with a pencil. Not to mention that he's the one who summonded the evil spirits by playing the tape with the tribal incantation read by the noted, if now extinct, anthropologist that they found in the basement of the cabin in the woods they are staying at for the weekend, which roused the monsters from slumber in the first place. Sheila had asked him to stop but he just wouldn't listen.
But it's ok. He meets a rather untimely end, only fitting given his cowardly attitude. Unfortunately Linda, though innocent, is not strong enough to fend off the demons. Which means that Ash is out one girlfriend. Left to hack the zombies to bits all by his lonesome.
Watching Scott's reaction to the situations he confronts in Sam Raimi's The Evil Dead (the original) makes me think a lot about how people react under pressure. I think that crisis situations, like when those around you try to eat your brains while their faces start to putrify, tend to bring things simmering under the surface to the fore. Scott and Ash always had a tense friendship, Ash confident in his relationship to Linda, a little more fit, better lines (better being a relative measure of quality). It's no suprise that Ash is in the driver's seat with Linda at the helm as the seemingly happy group of five ride off into the woods. Scott on the other hand is left to make snide comments from the backseat while sandwiched between two girls who pay him no attention. You can't tell me there's no resentment building there.
So Scott masks his insecurities in bravado, tape playing and all, which inevitably falls apart in the face of the souless undead. And Ash and he are left to sort out their personal tensions in rapid fire screaming matches while what used to be Sheila rapidly approaches. So while the other friend (she's gone before the first half hour is up, I can't be expected to remember her name) screetches like a banshee from her cage in the cellar, they bicker and debate over whether or not they can hack Sheila to pieces with an axe.
It's so not about whether to dismember the zombie, guys.
While I'm at minimum 35.3% facetious at a given moment there is some genuine sentiment to what I've said above. I think it's pretty easy on a day to day basis to ignore the little issues that build up between yourself and the people around you. Taken one at a time, these tiny misunderstandings can be explained away circumstance by circumstance. But I think you begin to sense when there is a long standing tension. An issue that can only be grazed upon if touched at all. It makes for knife cutting thickness between people, made thicker by the lack of acknowledgement.
And I admit, like the proverbial demon creature that kind of thing can creep up on you. So quietly and stealthily that you might not realize until it pounces all over you. But when you do get that sinking feeling in your stomach don't walk down into the cellar pretending to be unawares. Come on. We all know the old "Hello, hello?!" is just masking the inevitable.
So lest you too are confronted by the Evil Dead someday, better to talk things out before they gain form and mass. When you have that little voice in your head that reminds you of the dishes left in the sink or the socks in the dryer don't let it sit and fester. Just go ahead and mention it. Maybe you sound petty, maybe the person will be annoyed. But at least you won't have to hash it out while a pus-dripping former aquaintance tries to kill you.
He's willing to leave Linda behind to the mercy of the ancient demons who have possesed the rest of their friends and set out on foot by himself. And he knows she can't walk because the entity formerly known as Sheila stabbed her rather violently in the ankle with a pencil. Not to mention that he's the one who summonded the evil spirits by playing the tape with the tribal incantation read by the noted, if now extinct, anthropologist that they found in the basement of the cabin in the woods they are staying at for the weekend, which roused the monsters from slumber in the first place. Sheila had asked him to stop but he just wouldn't listen.
But it's ok. He meets a rather untimely end, only fitting given his cowardly attitude. Unfortunately Linda, though innocent, is not strong enough to fend off the demons. Which means that Ash is out one girlfriend. Left to hack the zombies to bits all by his lonesome.
Watching Scott's reaction to the situations he confronts in Sam Raimi's The Evil Dead (the original) makes me think a lot about how people react under pressure. I think that crisis situations, like when those around you try to eat your brains while their faces start to putrify, tend to bring things simmering under the surface to the fore. Scott and Ash always had a tense friendship, Ash confident in his relationship to Linda, a little more fit, better lines (better being a relative measure of quality). It's no suprise that Ash is in the driver's seat with Linda at the helm as the seemingly happy group of five ride off into the woods. Scott on the other hand is left to make snide comments from the backseat while sandwiched between two girls who pay him no attention. You can't tell me there's no resentment building there.
So Scott masks his insecurities in bravado, tape playing and all, which inevitably falls apart in the face of the souless undead. And Ash and he are left to sort out their personal tensions in rapid fire screaming matches while what used to be Sheila rapidly approaches. So while the other friend (she's gone before the first half hour is up, I can't be expected to remember her name) screetches like a banshee from her cage in the cellar, they bicker and debate over whether or not they can hack Sheila to pieces with an axe.
It's so not about whether to dismember the zombie, guys.
While I'm at minimum 35.3% facetious at a given moment there is some genuine sentiment to what I've said above. I think it's pretty easy on a day to day basis to ignore the little issues that build up between yourself and the people around you. Taken one at a time, these tiny misunderstandings can be explained away circumstance by circumstance. But I think you begin to sense when there is a long standing tension. An issue that can only be grazed upon if touched at all. It makes for knife cutting thickness between people, made thicker by the lack of acknowledgement.
And I admit, like the proverbial demon creature that kind of thing can creep up on you. So quietly and stealthily that you might not realize until it pounces all over you. But when you do get that sinking feeling in your stomach don't walk down into the cellar pretending to be unawares. Come on. We all know the old "Hello, hello?!" is just masking the inevitable.
So lest you too are confronted by the Evil Dead someday, better to talk things out before they gain form and mass. When you have that little voice in your head that reminds you of the dishes left in the sink or the socks in the dryer don't let it sit and fester. Just go ahead and mention it. Maybe you sound petty, maybe the person will be annoyed. But at least you won't have to hash it out while a pus-dripping former aquaintance tries to kill you.
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