Dustin and I are horror movie fanatics. We rarely get out to the theater these days, but when we do go, it’s usually because there is a new scary movie we just have to see on the big screen. Most recently it was “As Above/So Below”, which was quite creepy and worth a watch, if you’re into that sort of entertainment.
When I heard that the folks who thought up The Conjuring (terrifying, cannot watch when home alone) were going to make a prequel about the doll who kicks the movie off and then fades to the background, I knew we would be first in line to see it.
But now that the commercials are running on TV, I have to admit that I’m a little less excited than I thought I’d be. Why? Because the possessed doll, Annabelle, is clearly after an infant. There’s a scene where the mother rushes to the nursery to find her baby missing. There’s another where the mother is watching her baby from under the crack of the door, and the doll falls in front of her.
I’ll be honest – these previews make me feel uneasy, and not in the fun “I’m about to be scared” way. It’s in a “I know this is just a movie, but don’t hurt that baby!”.
It’s dawning on me that having a baby and becoming a mother is starting to ruin my love of scary movies, both new and old favorites. In “As Above/So Below” one of the main characters is tortured by images of his brother, who he believes he is responsible for letting drown when they were kids. Some old faves that are now ruined:
Scream – When Drew Barrymore dies in the opening scene (and if that’s a spoiler to you now…I can’t even apologize, it’s 2014 people) her mother listens to Drew’s final gasps of breath on the cordless phone (remember those?). I feel sick just thinking about the moment the mother discovers the body of her daughter.
Dawn of the Dead – The little girl who attacks in the beginning was happily rollerskating the day before. And then there’s the baby zombie…okay, so this is far fetched, but still, they kill the baby.
Pet Semetary – This one hits particularly close to home. Little Gage runs into the road and is hit and killed by a semi truck. Is your heart sinking yet? We live on a super busy road – the one thing that made me not want to buy our home – and it will be an ironclad house rule that Ben will never, ever go into the front yard without holding the hand of an adult.
Saw III – The main character is on a quest to get through one of Jigsaw’s house of horrors. The point of this torture? To make the man realize that just because his son died doesn’t give him the right to stop living. I beg to differ – anyone who functions after the loss of a child is a god among men in my book. In the end, the mother dies, the father is left alone in a pool of his wife’s blood, and their remaining child is locked away, alone and scared, and apparently, left to die.
How entertaining…not. What was wrong with me before Ben? Did I not have a heart?!
This isn’t limited to horror movies. I had a meltdown in Game of Thrones (as in, I started crying) when this little baby was left alone, cold and crying in the snow. I almost couldn’t watch as the White Walkers approached.
Last but not least, we watched The Giver the other night (it wasn’t as horrible as I thought it was going to be). I knew the release of the twin was coming. It is absolutely horrific in the novel. The CGI cheesiness of the twin doomed to die because of his slightly lower birth weight helped the blow a little, but I couldn’t separate my tiny baby, my tiny baby with needles and tubes, and my lost twin as I watched Jonas’s dad give the baby a lethal injection in the forehead and then stuff him in a box in the trash. I will spare you a picture, because frankly, I’m bummed out enough.
They say that becoming a parent will change you and rock you to your core. I used to always argue that because I have this firm belief that you can still be “you” and be a parent. I need to amend this argument. You can remain “you”, but have to accept the fact that some big things will change – and for me, taking a break from certain horror movies might just be one of them.