I love scary movies. Unfortunately, I am married to someone who loves scary movies as much as I cilantro. And you know how much I love cilantro. The last scary movie he saw was The Exorcist and he watched that in the theater but I think it was in black and white since color hadn’t been invented yet and they still called movie theaters nickelodeons.
But I’m pretty critical of horror movies and I haven’t seen any that give me the same adrenaline-jolt like Rosemary’s Baby or the Friday the 13th series. Except for the one movie when they rocketed Jason into space. COME ON.
And if you do like scary movies, I’d like to know what your favorites are and if you could please let me know if you’d consider the following worth seven minutes of your time. Warning: strong language.
And also? I really want to check out the Labor Day Sale at Value Village, but my mother is firmly against second-hand clothing. But since we’ll have her all weekend, I might try to convince her that we don’t observe Labor Day here and that must just be a holiday limited to Saipan, like Good Friday.
I’ve learned that if I spew out some college textbooks bits that she’ll just take my word.
So I’ll lightly memorize Walter Ong’s critiques of primary cultures and tell her, “Rhapsodizing and linking together episodes with little regard to a linear plot structure, the use of flat characters, and focusing on interaction with the audience help to foreground the elements of an oral narrative and make them easier to remember and that is why we are not observing Labor Day.”