I'm at a loss for words. I'm taken a back to what I had witnessed unfold in front of me. Going in expecting to know what was gonna happen but left completely shocked and genuinely terrified. Stuck at a complete standstill for minutes on end as the now iconic prom scene unfolded and everything that followed afterwards.

Mostly because....I just felt so bad for her. Constantly being bullied, hurt, or disgraced in some fashion, always being left in the dust or the butt end of a joke. One moment for her, everything is absolutely perfect. She feels pretty, she feels as if this is her time to shine, and above anything else, she feels truly welcomed among the people who…

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There are few things more awkward in this World than watching the opening credits of Carrie in the presence of your parents. Any teenage boy who has had to endure such a scenario will know just how uncomfortable it is. You just don’t know where to look! Worse still, if you’re in the boat that I was in when I first sat down to watch it, you’ve got the added dilemma of pretending that you’re enjoying it – but not too much – so as not to arouse suspicious glares from your parents who, despite your love of Abba and Duran Duran, are very much in the dark about your choices in life. I’m not sure if that was…

The wallflower who finally shatters the wall, or I Was a Teenage Medusa. It glides from a volleyball game to La danse des nymphes in the girls’ locker room, and the slow-mo reverie of Brian De Palma’s tracking camera is interrupted as menarche suddenly hits Carrie (Sissy Spacek) in the shower. "You’re a woman now," proclaims her mother (Piper Laurie) before whomping the dismayed misfit with the Holy Bible. Hysteria, hormonal as well as evangelical, is strikingly ingrained in the mise en scène: Carrie in the closet is Gish in Broken Blossoms, an overhead shot gives way to a close-up of a Saint Sebastian figurine with mysteriously luminous eyes. Pelted with taunts and tampons, she quietly cultivates her telekinetic powers…