Ghost Ship

The night was long and dreary. Your eyes were wide open. Instead of counting sheep, you had accounted for all the tiny specks of dirt on the ceiling. Still, sleep is a distant dream.

After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, you decided to watch a movie. There on the coffee table was one of the three VCDs that you bought from the pasar malam last week, all three for RM10 only.

You plunked the discs into the player. Ghost Ship. Ah, perhaps you can scare yourself spitless since you cannot sleep anyway. It began exciting enough with Italian men in tuxedos and glitzy ladies dining, wining and dancing on board an ocean liner.

Suddenly there was an eerie silence as a steel cable that was winced taut across the deck broke loose. The gory scene of torsos being cleanly sliced and dismembered, the stunned looks of the victims as body parts began to fall off, the ensuing bloody sight on the dance floor; and you thought you were in for a scary evening.

That was not to be so. The scary factor went steeply downhill after that. This movie is a sorry excuse for a horror story. If you had loved Juliana Margulies in ER, you would respect her grit in this movie but it does not do justice to her talents. Give this movie a miss, unless you want to bore yourself to sleep – not a bad idea if you are going through one of those long dreary nights wide awake.

Author: Peter Tan

Peter Gabriel Tan. Penangite residing in the Klang Valley. Blissfully married to Wuan. A LaSallian through and through. Slave to three cats. Wheelchair user since 1984. End-stage renal disease since 2017. Principal Facilitator at Peter Tan Training specialising in Disability Equality Training. Former columnist of Breaking Barriers with The Borneo Post. This blog chronicles my life, thoughts and opinions. Connect with me on Twitter and Facebook.