Last week, my friend, Mathew, and I went to see La Llorona. I was really excited to see this movie because its a part of the Conjuring series and because of the story it's based on. I don't know if I had my expectations set too high for the movie but I walked away from the movie feeling slightly disappointed. I don't know much about Mexican culture or a ton about the La Llorona lore (what I know is what you saw in my post about La Llorona) but even I could tell that a good bit was doused in Hollywood magic. As for a horror film, it was more humorous than scary. The one thing that I did like about the movie is that it touched on some traditional Mexican rituals that I haven't seen in many movies before. It intrigued me to look more into them but the more I researched, the more I was drawn to one ritual in particular.
Long before I met Jeremy and while I still lived in Chapel Hill, I was apart of a really cool group. It was a horror movie meet up group. We would get together often to watch scary movies and go to horror movie festivals. The founder of the group is my friend Melly. Before I planned my trip back to North Carolina, Melly said that she wanted me to come to the horror group and spend the day with me. I was excited to see her and the group again.