So, a few years ago, Bryce told me I needed to watch Wait Until Dark, because it was terrifying. (I love scary movies.) I told him I didn't think it could really be that scary, being as old as it was. Bryce called me a bigot, and made me take the movie home to watch.

And it was terrifying. I loved it.

I usually like older films when I see them, especially the scary ones. But I never think that I'll like them. I'm a movie bigot, but I try hard to watch things anyway, in the hopes that I'll someday get over my prejudice.

Drew has become obsessed with zombies this week, after reading the New World of Darkness book rules on zombie apocalypses. (Apocalypse? Apocalypsi?) So last night we watched Night of the Living Dead. My expectations were very low.

Crap, that was a scary movie. I loved it. The more old horror flicks I see, the more I think movies were actually *scarier* back in the 60's than they are now. Apparently Dawn of the Dead is even scarier (and higher quality), and is looming in my viewing future.

After that I want to see Shawn of the Dead, but we don't own that one, so it'll probably be a while.

Happy, Bryce?

Drew and I are wrapping up the first season of Angel, which is much better than I remembered it being. (And I really liked it the first time, so that's a good thing.) Last night we got into a discussion of which Buffy episodes are the best (and the worst) and put together a top ten list. Cut for those who don't care.

(Yes, I realize this is a level of fangirlishness from which there is no return.)

( Best and the Worst )

I got to see a screening of Sweeney Todd in Salt Lake today for free. We pretty much dropped our whole evening and went, which felt good. I didn't get anything done. I didn't have to. I got to go have an adventure instead.

And the film was awesome...dark and gorey and awesome. I really don't have any complaints about the film at all. Tim Burton and Johnny Depp are both brilliant. I want to have intelligent things to say about it, but my brain has turned into a pile of mush. That really bugs me, because I'm not doing the film justice.

And I don't think I ever want to see it again.

Because, well...that was a LOT of blood. And it was brilliant. And disturbing. And I loved being disturbed. But that was enough blood to turn my stomach, and that's never happened before. And I love horror. I don't know if I could bring myself to deal with that much blood again.

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. I'd so love to own it except for the fact that I never want to see it again.

And now I'm going to collapse and sleep for the rest of my life.

Tonight I bought a copy of Good Will Hunting and watched it with Ben. This was one of my favorite movies in high school, but I hadn't watched it in nearly eight years.

I still love it, but it got me thinking.

I remember that I loved the movie when I was 16, but I don't think I quite realized then why. A decade later, I look at the movie and the reasons are very clear. Will has abandonment issues. He pushes people away rather than get hurt by them. When I was 16, I hadn't had the conversations that Will has with people in the movie yet, but I've had many of them now. At the time, I didn't recognize the pattern of trying to drive everyone out of my life so that I wouldn't have to get hurt.

I recognize the patterns now, and I've grown past the place where I'm realizing the things Will learns during the course of the movie. I still love it, but in a different way. When I saw it in the theaters, I was still on the other side of the problems, identifying with the characters and trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Now I'm past it, looking at the narrative and thinking, "I've been there, and I'm glad that I'm not anymore."

This side of the line is a great place to be.