Horrors! And, The Movie!

HORRORS!  AND, THE MOVIE!

It's on!  Let's go!

We have to see it!  Yes!  Yes, I know, I see it every year!  I still want to see it.

Hocus Pocus with the Sanderson sisters is on!  We must see it, it's October!  "Bubble, bubble, I'm in trouble" and, thinking of the plot ahead, not just of the black flame candle, "Let's light this sucker and meet the old broads!"

This year the Diana Theatre in Tipton is showing it for 4 days and I wanna go!  We talked Ian and girlfriend Nikki into going, then encouraged Spencer to tag along.  What fun, the 5 of us!

And then it began
with a one-legged man
who entered the show,
and wouldn't you know,
he sat in our row
four seats away
before the movie could play.

LOL, "Hi, Uncle Manny!"  Definitely a relative!

Arms laden with bags of buttered popcorn, big swigs of Coca-cola, and Air Head strips we file into the theatre.   It's not long before we hear from the speakers, "Look!  The woods!  They conjure!  Dani, come back!"

And, we're off.  Dani is off following the Mary witch, and we're off into the spirit land of black vats, black cats, zombies, and spells.

Horrors, the writers made two mistakes.  If the Sanderson witches were from 1693 Winnie wouldn't have a clue what she was saying, "Pull over!  Let me see your driver's permit."

And reemerging in 1993 there wouldn't be understanding about the idiom "It's curtains!  We evaporate!  We cease to exist!"   "It's curtains" wasn't a idoim until the 1920's.  Oh, the horrors of anachronisms.

And continuity mistakes?  I get in trouble all the time for pointing them out.  "Mom!  Just enjoy the movie!"  I laugh at times when others didn't laugh, and they laugh at times I didn't laugh.  It's an age difference.  Cousin Jack says our age group has a different, gentler sense of humor.

So, when I went out to get sweet snacks, I told the old Greek concession stand man that we needed more food, the previews were taking a while to get to the movie, he said, "That's to give all the rowdies time to settle in."  I looked at him wide-eyed, "How'd you know?  I've already been in trouble.  My son told me to shush!" and we laughed together.

The movie finally began and we immersed ourselves into All Hallow's Eve, "I put a spell on you, and now you're mine!" sang the sisters.

And that couldn't be more true..."It's a full moon tonight. That's when all the weirdos are out."

It was, you know, the full moon was out.  On the way to the theatre, we stopped the truck, 3 of us bailed, one to look under the truck for drips,  two to open the hood and check the dipstick (not a person).  Our oil pressure gauge had dropped to zero!

I looked at the orange, full harvest moon with squinty eyes.

They decided it was a bad sensor, our oil pressure was fine.  We made it, just in time.

In the middle of the movie when the witches cast a spell, "Wiggle thy toes, open thine eyes, twist thy fingers toward the sky" I wondered how a zombie can cut the stitches on his own lips without a mirror.  But, "Shush, watch the screen."

"Those aren't snakes," I tell them about the pink curlers in the hair of the woman that the witches thought to be Medusa, "I have those same curlers.  3 sets actually," and if eyes could speak, there'd be a spell on me!

Well, as the quote goes "The witches are dead, my soul's finally free" and the movie's ending.  In my case, my fun, Halloween movie, thrill seeking soul is free for another year ... until the next Hocus Pocus is due.

But the horrors haven't ceased.  The others exit ahead of me, and most of the theatre's cleared when I spy this older lady collapsed in an odd position.  Actually, in her dark clothes of many layers she looks like a bag lady.  She's still seated in her theatre seat, her head lags to her right, her eyes are tight shut, her hand is submerged in her popcorn bag sitting on the floor, and her left hand is in a fist.  I'm studying, trying to determine if she's alseep or, horrors, if she's dead.

Looking to the 3 women behind her, I asked, "Is she with you?"  No.  "Do you think she's asleep or something else?"  My minds thinking a hundred thoughts, one is to go get the old Greek man, when the oldest of the three shakes the lady pretty good.

She starts, her eyes pop open, she looks around at all of us, and draws her fist back.

Ut oh.
What's this all about, what's happening here?  I've seen enough to know someone coming out of a stroke or a nightmare or a drug induced state can be violent.  So, I step back.

She disgustedly utters while swinging her fist forward right in front of herself, "Durn!  I missed the ending!"

Shew!

Horrors, but good endings!  Time to uncurl my own toes, and go.