Jun 18, 2012 |
Dot and I watched one of her favorite movies tonight: Hide & Seek with Robert De Niro and Dakota Fanning. It’s one of those movies that still make us jump or hold our breath or scream. No matter how many times we watch it.
In true MomDot fashion, we opted to bring a little levity to the day by over-analyzing the movie. What follows are some of today’s observations, thrown in with those that are just general knowledge.
1. Creepy movies are always better when you have someone to watch with.
2. Creepy movies are always better in the dark.
3. Creepy movies always have creepy music, which is a dead giveaway to what happens next, except we’re always too engrossed in the movie to pay attention to the music until it blares its horrid signals of what just happened.
4. There will always be a stupid girl who goes down to the basement. Alone.
5. There will always be a stupid guy or cop or other civic-duty minded male who wants to prove his bravery by exploring the surroundings. Alone.
6. At any given time, the stupid girl and the stupid guy will find each other. Typically one will be either dead or near death when the other stumbles upon them, sometimes literally. And then of course the second one will be killed or nearly killed.
7. The good guy is never really the good guy. He is either the bad guy in disguise or the stupid guy who winds up dead.
8. When you’re in the middle of watching a creepy movie, the phone will ring causing you to jump in your seat and be laughed at by other people in the room.
9. When you’re in the middle of watching a creepy movie, if you have a pet, that pet will jump on you or howl or both. Just because they can.
10. During the quiet scenes, try not to scare the other people in the room. It’s not nice. And they will get you for it later.
11. Not all creepy movies are bloody and gory. Some are just great suspense stories.
12. All creepy movies have a stupid girl and a stupid guy.
13. The greatest suspense-movie writers are, in my book, Alfred Hitchcock, the early works of M. Night Shyamalan, Stephen King, and Steven Spielberg.
And since we’re at that lucky Number Thirteen, I’d say now is as good a time as any to call ‘er quits. Errmm… just for the post, you understand.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Nov 4, 2011 |
by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy
The first “storm” of the season is on its way to Southern California, bringing with it high winds and light snow. I’m hopeful (but not realistic) about seeing a flake or two this weekend. My trees are billowing as I write this, and about ready to drop their leaves.
I love this time of year: the time when the desert is a little more colorful, when people bundle in sweaters and scarfs, when the smell of fireplaces and warm cooking are almost everywhere.
And so are the traveling carnivals. You know what I’m talking about: those caravans of Big Rigs that take over the local mall parking lot for less than a week. The rusted colorful contraptions they set up when no one’s looking. It’s as though they sneak in at the dead of night and stay just long enough to play their creepy music. Then just as suddenly, they’re gone.
Every year they show up here at the end of October, and two things happen.
First, the wind blows harder and colder, forcing pedestrians to wrap their coats tighter as they scurry to and from the safety of their buildings or cars. Their eyes dart about to find what their hands don’t want to reach for unless they have to. Cold handles, flying papers. Anything the wind can play with.
Second, I always think of Ray Bradbury’s “Something Wicked This Way Comes”. I read the book in junior high, the year my father passed away. I could relate to the absent father storyline. It was fresh pain. Being raised in the midwest the descriptive book and subsequent movie seemed to add to the already imaginative thoughts I carried: the atmosphere of falling leaves, the early nightfalls, and all the What If’s… The story both scared and delighted me, creating that sweaty nervousness that only a great page can.
To this day, I count it as one of my favorite stories. It must be. It still affects how I feel at the end of October.
The desert isn’t a colorful place. Grass yards are not the norm, and rainstorms are few and far between. And so today’s storm is teasing us, saying this is what could be. Very much like Mr. Dark tempting the boys.
The winds bring apprehension and suspense. Maybe tomorrow there will be the smell of rain. At night, perhaps a snowflake or two. Full of promise… or lies.
An autumn wind always makes me think Hitchcockian. What secrets blow with it? What will it take away when it leaves? The local carnival left today. I wonder if the storm drove it away, or is following the show.
And I can’t help but recite, as the sun sets and the leaves rustle in the howling winds…
“By the pricking of my thumb,
Something wicked this way comes.”And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
