Someone just pointed out to me that it is friday the 13th. And then I remembered that today they are also relaunching the Friday the 13th franchise by redoing the original. (really? who called for this?!?!?! was anybody in the public screaming for this? in between screams to redo the Tomb Raider series – a movie based on a fucking video game!?!?!?! and don’t get me going on how much I hate the term “reboot” for these things. It’s more like “ripoff”, but anyhow)
So I thought I’d post a memory of the original. Which I saw. In the theater. At, like, 9 years old or something. With my dad. Basically, as a “reward” for a good report card, my old man decided to take me to the movies. Somehow it ended up being just me and him (well, not so much “somehow” as much as “my ma came to her senses and stayed home”).
I was a bit of a squeamish kid, so all the killings freaked me out so much that, by half way thru the flick I was hiding behind my soda cup anytime I thought a killing was imminent. So, the movie ended and we went home. And then it was bed time. Predictably, I was pretty freaked out and needed to leave the lights on. Somehow I also persuaded my mom to sleep in my room with me. I had bunk beds. So she slept on the bottom and I on the top.
As he said goodnight to me and left the room, my pops, bless his evil heart, said to me, “remember, the blood from the guy on the top bunk dripped down to the guy on the bottom bunk. G’night!” and with that, turned out the light.
I didn’t sleep the night thru with the lights out for the next 7 months. Thanks again dad.