Honeymoon (2014)

Marriage is a strange concept for me. I was never the one who had pretend weddings, or imagined marrying the Prince Charming found in Disney’s magically fake kingdom when I was a little girl. Prince Charming is always a wet, insipid sap, and the idea of wearing a pretty dress and waiting to be saved, has never been appealing.
I’m perfectly capable of getting myself out of trouble, I’m just better at getting myself in to it.
I’m pretty strong in my views about getting spliced, in my humble yet outspoken opinion, it’s an outdated patriarchal tradition that has nothing to do with love or equality, it’s about control, ownership and legality.
It doesn’t mean that I’m not happy for those who choose to get married – I love to see the people I love full of joy and secure in their relationships; and I respect those who want to make that kind of commitment. It’s just something that is not for me.
If you want to be with someone, be with them: why should I stand up in a room full of my peers and declare it? Pieces of paper are nice, but if you like them so much, write me a love letter, instead of handing me a legal, binding contract.
Where is the romance in that?
The world is still quite discriminatory in regards to non married couples versus the wed ones; the ones ‘living in sin’ get taxed more, have less financial rights, and do not have any legal recompense, if a partner dies or the relationship ends.
If someone does not believe in marriage, for whatever reason that may be, they shouldn’t be penalised for choosing to live their life a different way.
I cringe at extravagant proposals, diamond rings, big white dresses and the exorbitant amount of money spent on what really is just a massive, tacky party, no matter how classy the idea was in the bride’s head. There will still be a drunken argument, terrible music, and enough indiscretions to fuel the gossip mill until the couple’s first anniversary.
The idea that a woman should be given away is offensive, and incredibly sexist, left over from the days of dowries and marriages of convenience. The vows about honouring are archaic, even though most choose to take out the ‘obey’ part, and the rest of it should be a given in any healthy relationship anyway. I mean, if you have to tell your significant other that you will forsake all others in front of everyone, it should have been talked about way before you get down an aisle.

Love matches in marriage are an extremely new concept, as the origins of it were about economical alliances, or continuing family lines.; and even today forced marriages, are de rigueur in some cultures, with children being forced into contracts with disgusting adults, just to help their families keep honour, or get themselves out of dire financial straits.
It’s amazing that the LGBTI community are making massive strides in marriage being legalised, but the fact that citizens who pay taxes, and contribute to society as much as any other heterosexual person, would be denied any civil, or human right is disgusting, in this so-called modern world; and being made to fight for something that should be a given is degrading and morally wrong.
The whole marriage debate is very like the abortion one; every person should have the right to choose whether it is for them or not.
I choose not, but I’ll fight for your right to have the choice at least.
Honeymoon is the story of two blissfully happy newly weds played by the always brilliant Harry Treadaway as Paul, and the beguiling Rose Leslie as his doe eyed bride Bea. After a fairytale wedding they travel to a remote little cabin for a quiet, uninterrupted honeymoon. Things are going just swell, until the smitten groom finds his new wife wandering alone in the woods dishevelled and out of sorts. Over the next few days, Bea’s erratic behaviour breeds suspicion and distrust between them, until the frightening truth behind Paul’s wife are revealed.
Honeymoon is an excellent film. A well crafted, psychological horror, that gives the viewer a skincrawlingly slow burn, until the last few minutes, where you are given a beautiful scary pay off, that you weren’t quite expecting.

Relying heavily on the skills of the tiny cast, you are completely drawn into the suffocating, dark place that the couple’s marriage becomes, as Paul realises that he has married someone he doesn’t really know at all.
Beautifully shot, intense and incredibly believable, despite the plot twists: Honeymoon is a masterful, thought-provoking, and brilliant horror, that is both emotive and terrifying. This is an indie film that far surpasses, many of its glossier, big budget counterparts in style, class and originality. I couldn’t recommend it more.

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