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| I was too afraid this morning to take out the recycling
and the trash. It's my day to do it, to be sure, and I totally meant to
do it when I got up first thing, but I was scared. It was dark outside,
and I kept thinking of the Blair Witch
Project, which David and I saw yesterday afternoon. Yes, I live in a
city. That doesn't mean someone is not going to jump out and get me.
They could, you know. Especially in a city, in my neighborhood, yes, it
could happen. I am not exceptionally paranoid. Not about this,
anyway. Spoilers ahead. Skip to the line break if you've not seen the movie.The movie was upsetting for me, though I admit I enjoyed it. It's a brilliant idea, you've gotta give them that. I don't know if every movie theater does this, but the one we saw it in was very very cold. It's not like we live over the hill, where air-conditioning is a welcome relief - it was a cool day yesterday, and the theatre should have been heated, not chilled. But, as we sat waiting for the movie to begin (for the first 10 minutes we were the only ones in the theatre) they played forest sounds - wind through leaves, birds calling, crickets. I commented to David that if you closed your eyes (I was very, very tired and hungry) you could pretend you were in a forest on a crisp October day. So, when the movie started, I was already there, so to speak. And, I knew this before but found it unnerving anyway: the main character has my name. And boy, does she fuck up. Actually, I don't blame her for what happened - it's fairly evident that they were trapped there by the witch. No, what I hated was her attitude at the beginning and her reluctance to admit she fucked up. I couldn't take it when the guys started bitching at her, yelling at her and using her/my name. I think I cried out more at their bickering ("No, no, don't fight guys, oh, please don't!" David: "Heather, Shhhh!") than at the "scary parts". I can't take conflict any more and I sure as hell didn't want to see it on the screen and have people I don't know cursing my name (yes, I know it's not me they're talking about, but it was still distressing). I cried at her confession, thinking, "that's probably what my blue eyes look like as they're leaking tears of self-deprecation". Yes. I identified too much with the main character. One thing I didn't get, though: why the hell would you get out of your tent and start running blindly through the woods in the middle of the night if something was scaring you? Ok, yes, it sucks to be a sitting target, but with that supernatural shit "all around them", it seems to me you might as well huddle together in a false sense of security rather than wear yourself out in a mad dash to nowhere. The first night hike I ever went on was with Todd and Joe B. the first time I ever went to Lothlorien. There was no moon, and the path we were on wasn't finished yet. I literally couldn't see my hand in front of my face, and I kept tripping over roots and such. I tried to hang onto Todd's jacket out of fear, but that was really pissing him off (Todd doesn't usually get pissed off that easily, but we'd broken up only a month or so before, so his patience with me was thin). Joe was kind, trying to talk me through it, but I was sure something was going to get me, or, worse, that I'd lose the two of them and end up lost by myself in the pitch-black woods (they both abhor flashlights - I do, too, but they do have their place when camping). We could hear the drumming from Thunderdome, and we were hacking our way through the underbrush, trying to get there (the path has since been completed). We finally burst through, not far from the north entryway to the dome. I gladly rushed inside and pressed myself against the wall, overwhelmed by the warmth, light, heat and humanity we'd suddenly come into. I don't know that I hiked again at night for a long while after that. This makes me want to stop writing here altogether. I don't know what my readers want from me, but I don't want to be that guy. Am I? No, you don't have to answer that. | ||
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