A sign that I’ve been watching too many horror movies lately: I saw a book at work entitled “How to Have Sex in the Woods” to which I mentally added “… without getting chopped up by a psycho killer.”
And while we’re discussing (o.k., so I’m the one discussing) my movie viewing, I’ve been pondering my love of disaster movies. Because I do. Oh, it’s not that I want to see people die despite what you may think after I just mentioned my horror movie kick. I just love the fictional destruction caused by natural disasters. The movie may be as bad as they come- and it often is- but that doesn’t matter. I love to see the Hollywood sign blown away, the Space Needle topple, volcanoes erupt, massive waves wiping out cities (ditto tornadoes), asteroids fall from the sky (remember Deep Impact?), etc. I would hate for any of these things to happen in real life! But in the land of make-believe, I get a charge out of it. Maybe I like the reminder that as much as we try to tame everything around us and make it conform to our wants and needs, the earth is still going to do what it’s going to do. And maybe I like that because I’m such a tightly wound person myself that I like seeing somebody or something just let go. I don’t know.
Maybe I’ll watch the spoof, Disaster Movie, tonight.
P.S. My Wii fit age is down to 23. Told you it was work that aged me that day! *G*