Carrie
Brian De Palma
1976
Carrie is a movie I think about a lot. I have always been fascinated by the tale of a psychic girl who is weird but just can’t be allowed to be weird. It always feels weird to say but I must admit that I resonate with her. I get how she feels. She is not allowed to be normal.
Carrie’s mom is a devout christian. The kind of christian one becomes when they feel they have severely messed up in life and only God could have forgiven them. To Carrie’s mom her unforgivable sin was having her out of wedlock. To ensure Carrie will not follow in her footsteps she has taken the approach of stifling Carrie into a state of permanent servient, childhood. This all begins to collapse when Carrie menstruates for the first time in her school gymnasium shower. Noticing the blood with no logical explanation, she begins to freakout and the other girls around her begin to tease which serves to amplifies Carrie’s anxiety. Noticing what is going on her gym teacher rushes in to diffuse the situation and explain to Carrie what she is going through. Us in the audience are left noticing the dawn of something else in Carrie.
Carrie represents the awful nature of being ill prepared for the world while sharing rooms with some of the most obnoxious and, let’s be honest, evil brand of people in the world— teenagers.Â
Teenagers suck. Plain and simple. They try so desperately to prove themselves to their peers that they will compromise any bit of moral being they may have to get a 1-up. Carrie is shown in the film to be capable of being perceived as beautiful. But constant risk evaluation and resentment caused an absolutely horrible event to take place. Carrie serves as a cautionary tale to all parties involved. You never know what someone is going through.