Now, I'm known as a guy without many fears. Heights? I eat those for breakfast. Snakes? I used to pick em up out of my garden with my sister when I was eight. Spiders? I literally picked up a tarantula and put it on my face when I was about 4. The Dark? Well, I only used a nightlite till I was 18.
I thought I was impervious to fear, some kind of He Ranger or Power-Man or something. Life was great.
Then I watched the video for Ready, Able by Grizzly Bear and met that disgusting abomination above. The next 3 minutes were filled with horrible disfigured heads dancing on pedestals, a lizard consuming small dancing claybabies with little claypenises, and a river with a face
yeahThe music video and more claymation horror after the jump
Horrid. Don't watch it baked, kids.
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm no stranger to claymation. I grew up on pingu, and i confess I was so into it I would noot noot all over the fucking place after catching an episode. I played with plastecine as a kid, in fact it was one of my favourite toys. Point is, that shit wasn't tapping into the true potential of stop-motion claymation; making disgusting figures from the depths of the Uncanny Valley and forcing disgusting and spontaneous scenarios on them with no explanation or sense of reason. It gets even scarier when there's some sort of sense of reason behind it. What if it was imagined by, say, an extremely intelligent individual with the intention of delivering a very dark and loathing message holding social commentary about morality and the 'damned human race'?
Well then you get the scene depicting Twain's #44, The Mysterious Stranger in the claymation film The Adventures of Mark Twain.
I know I was a little late to jump on the bandwagon, but I saw it for the first time last week.
I've had the book sitting in my shelf for years now.
Find me a scarier claymation video and I'll personally wet your bed for you; free of charge.