Hello there Minions, I trust you are unwell. Tonight I have to discuss something that’s near and dear to my heart: my kids. Specifically, how much I love them and will do anything for them, including being willing to forego my beloved Walking Dead and instead endure endless hours of Curious George.
Spawn of Scarydad doesn’t handle scary stuff very well. The problem is that she wants to watch scary stuff because she knows that I love it, but I can tell that it bothers her. After the Doctor Who episode a few weeks ago, I’ve learned to keep pretty close watch over what comes out of the propaganda machine. It’s been more than a month and she STILL talks about the scary man-pig on Doctor Who and how when she grows up she can watch it but not yet.
On Saturday I was placed in charge of Spawn and Sequel while Bride took a nap. After a while the baby was asleep and the 3-year-old was playing quietly in her room so I decided to watch something on TV that did not involve Disney Princesses. Everyone I know who has watched it is fully in love with Doctor Who and I’ve been trying to get into it. By “trying to get into it” I don’t mean to say it’s not something I’m into and have to acquire a taste for or anything. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the episodes I’ve seen, I just never seem to find the time to watch episodes. It’s a rough life.
So, I sneaked an episode while nobody was looking. Except that someone was looking. Spawn came back into the room at some point and was sitting on the couch with me. Nothing of note had occurred in the episode so I didn’t think much of it. Then the fellow in the picture above appeared suddenly and scared the bejeezus out of my little girl.
Since 11 am yesterday, all she has talked about is the scary pig man on Doctor Who and how it’s too scary and how maybe when she grows up she can watch the scary pig man but not now because he’s too scary. If my daughter has an irrational fear of pigs at some point, I guess it’s my fault.
Hello there Minions. Just catching up on some blogging while waiting to feed Sequel. So, a couple of weeks ago Victoria and I discussed things that are and are not scary as they related to a movie. In that discussion I pointed out that clowns were creepy and Victoria said that they were not. I then pointed out this scene from Poltergiest:
Today I’m talking about The Conjuring with Victoria from Autodidact in the Attic. I really liked it. Victoria said, “Meh.”
In the first of what I hope will be many point/counterpoint reviews, we’re going to see who’s right. I’ll go first:
For my reviews, I typically don’t care about the writer or director or the pedigree of the film. I don’t really even care about the actors. For me there’s one question above all others: Is it scary?
Scary doesn’t need to be qualified, either. Scary is scary. Therefore, it’s all subjective. What scares me might not scare you. What’s generally the case, however, is that what scares everybody else does not scare me.
So, why was The Conjuring so scary?
Hello there everyone. Tomorrow is Halloween and knee surgery so I’m not sure if I’ll be able to post. Therefore, enjoy a massive dose of Wednesday Weirdness. Continue reading