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Jan 14

2014.024 These are the parts I remember ~or~ Psychoanalysis is a possibility

Scary movies have never really been my thing. As an adult anyway. As a kid I was always dying to see scary movies. Even though that was forbidden. Not because my parents were overprotective but because I was ten. Or seven.

The advertisements for “Rosemary’s Baby” horrified and mystified me at the same time. Was this woman actually the mother of some clawed spawn? To think such a thing could even be considered made me disinterested in motherhood while thinking exploring human gene splicing could be quite the neat way to spend some free time.

If this is the face you make when you look into the bassinet. Well you are just screwed.

If this is the face you make when you look into the bassinet, well you are just screwed.

I went to a slumber party and we wanted to watch scary movies. The mother in charge had much more lax movie watching rules than my own mother (or she was just insane) and handed us a Beta tape copy of “The Omen: The Final Conflict”. Yeah. Here’s a thought. Give a dozen fifth grade girls the chance to learn about Satan. I was really excited about this though because it was a scary movie! A few girls were out an hour in but I was riveted. And the scene where Damien sends the hounds after the priest. I actually had my first stirrings of what I would later learn was lust. (I still love Sam Neill because of it.)

This makes me feel a little evil. And a little sexy. And those dogs are SO CUTE!

This makes me feel a little evil. And a little sexy. And those dogs are SO CUTE!

They used to have weekend horror movies on some random channel and my mother said, “If they show ‘Fall of the House of Usher’ you can watch it.” I was so excited when it came on and I got to watch it. It was not as scary as I’d hoped. But the burying alive part. Yeah that was creepy. And I also became a huge fan of Vincent Price.  I’ve seen it a few times over the last decade and I appreciate the film a whole lot more than I did as a kid.

The Master

The Master

As an adult I’ve not really found myself lured to the “horror” flick, per se. Mainly because movies like “Hostel” (didn’t care if those kids got tortured) and “Mama” (had such promise at the beginning and just utterly failed) have disappointed me. And “The Blair Witch Project” (running through the woods screaming will never help you) was retarded. “Paranormal Activity” (should demon footprints really resemble a chicken’s??) nearly bored me to sleep.

I think I’m going to spend today watching the Final Conflict again. And enjoy a sexy Satan.

OH speaking of that. If you have a mental issue like me watch “The Prophecy” (it’s available on Netflix to watch instantly). It’s not a good movie. At all. But Christopher Walken is good in it (doy). And Viggo Mortensen plays Lucifer. Swoon worthy.

Am I going to hell for saying I'd go to hell if I got to hang out with someone who looks like this? For eternity.

Am I going to hell for saying I’d go to hell if I got to hang out with someone who looks like this? For eternity.

And now. On to the weekend. XOXO

 

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