but it does involve being traumatized by a movie
May 28, 2007
I am sitting here at 10:00pm watching the movie Gremlins with my children. I have a list of things a mile long that I should be doing. And my children should most definitely be sleeping. But here we sit. The littlest ones fascinated by a movie much more scary than I remember. If I had remembered there is no way I would have ordered it from Netflix.
Miles is providing some much needed levity with his commentary. “Whoa, dat guy gwoss!” “Oh, him dead!” “So, toopid show.” “Bird Poop! Bird poop!” (this is what he says about anything spilled on the ground).
I am amazed at how much of this movie I had forgotten. I remember the “Don’t get them wet!” and “No feeding them after midnight!” but the rest is a complete blur.
Take for example Phoebe Cates telling the sad story of her father’s death. How did he die? He dressed up as Santa and tried to come down the chimney and broke his neck. They didn’t discover his body until it began to decay and smell. She left out the part of her story where she says he was an idiot or drunk, because who would think they would fit through a chimney? She ends the story by saying, “And that was how I found out there was no Santa Claus.”
I looked over at my children. My 8 yr old suddenly yelled, “What? There is no Santa Claus?”
Without missing a beat my 12 year old son said, “Hey, at least your story doesn’t involve a gruesome story of death.”
And let me tell you how much my daughter loved the final line of the movie. “There just might be a gremlin in your house.” Like she didn’t have enough to worry about in her life like bugs, ugly shoes, and open bedroom windows. Now she has gremlins added to the list.
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