| Mar. 1st, 2005 @ 07:28 pm |
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Current Mood:  dorky
Current Entertainment: Friends
This weekend, I told Michael that if he'd watch a movie with me, he could pick it. (Yes, it does take that sort of bribing to get him to get off the computer and spend time with me.) He wanted to watch something scary, but movies don't generally scare me. In high school, I scoffed at Scream until my girlfriends finally convinced me to watch it. So we gathered at Amelia's house to watch the movie. Her mom, Stephanie, went out with a friend, so we had the house to ourselves. About halfway through the movie, the phone rang. The other girls shrieked and insisted that I answer it, so I picked up the phone. "Do you want to play a game?"
I responded, "Hi! Is this a friend of Amelia's or of Stephanie's?" My girlfriends were less than amused, but dammit, the movie wasn't scary.
Several years later, after reading and hearing 5 million positive reviews, I decided to rent The Ring. Not only was it not at all scary, it was annoying. What kind of stupid heroine doesn't know that animals--especially horses--are sensitive to supernatural presences? I learned that in elementary school, from a Sweet Valley Twins book! How could I possibly be scared by a story with such a stupid lead?
Anyway, Michael selected Wes Craven's They. He's been wanting me to watch it for a while, but I wasn't in the mood for another not-scary movie. This movie, however, freaked me the fuck OUT. I think it may have to do with the fact that I've always been entirely creeped out by night terrors, but at any rate, it terrified me. Like I needed help not sleeping!
That's all, for now. I think in this two-hour period, I'm making up for barely posting the last couple of days. I know you're all thrilled.
***Edit*** In light of my not being scared easily by movies, it's surprising what does scare me. Does anybody remember the "Seven Little Indians" episode of The Facts of Life where Stickle dreamed that Blair was killing everyone because they bought their shoes at the supermarket? I had nightmares for weeks after that aired. Of course, I was only eight at the time... |
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