Horror in fantasy has the power to scare you. To make you look down the hallway at night with the fear you’ll see something seeing you. It conjures up images of creatures, castles and unstoppable forces, things that most of us don’t come across in our everyday existence.
Real life horror has a different effect. It doesn’t scare us so much as haunts us, not for a day or a week, but sometimes a lifetime. And once you are haunted, it’s hard to get unhaunted. In film, it is a rarity (at least for me), to come across a film so disturbing that it tattoos itself on my soul. The film that I’m talking about is 2010’s “Red, White, and Blue”. A word of warning. This review will be spoiler heavy. The only way to really talk about this film is to talk about the actions of these lost souls.
The film, like its title is cut into three sections. The Red, as in Red Light, sexual abandon on the streets and seedy rooms never to be spoken of again after the act. The White, as in successful beginnings and cold realization. And finally, Blue, the masculine color, and the color of bodily damage, both physical and mental.