2004-04-04

Texas Chainsaw Massacre, etc.

We rented "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" last night - in fact, I reserved it at Blockbuster because I was going to that literary festival in the afternoon. I never had any desire to see the old one, but one night I was watching something-or-other on tv and saw the preview. I didn't know what it was at first, but I was sitting forward thinking, "Wow, now THAT'S my kind of movie!" Imagine my surprise to discover it was Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

It was a good slasher flick. It has lots of action, lots of suspense, and it made me jump and yell out several times.

(If you haven't seen it and you don't know how the story turns out, scroll down to the next section in bold)

However. If you've seen either version of the movie and/or if you know the story, then you also know that one woman survived. And I have to wonder... How do these movies make her feel? (Assuming she's not an institution and therefore knows about these movies) She has to live with these memories for the rest of her life as it is. Every morning, she remembers every single gruesome thing that happened that day.

These movies are made, not to inform people, but to make money. The producers know that anyone who will watch it is going to want blood and gore and ultra-tense moments. And this poor woman had to see trailers for this not once, but twice.

I guess she may have been warned that these films were being made, but I can just imagine her sitting at home one night, watching something on TV in the attempt to maybe block out the memories of her own experience, and a trailer for this movie comes on.

On a slightly different note, remind me never to drive through those back-water areas of Texas. Ever. And if I do, remind me never to stop to help someone. Travis County, was it? Making a note to avoid that place like the fucking plague 'cause everyone is messed up.

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(Okay, moving onto other things.)

Last week, I asked the controller at the company I work for which day we were having off for Easter, Friday or Monday. He said he wasn't sure; since the president is Jewish, he thought that we'd probably have the day that's closest to Passover. Well, that's a little complicated. Passover starts... this Monday (or Tuesday?) and ends the following Monday. Anyway, I mentioned that my vote is for Friday since we're going out of town that morning.

And I haven't heard anything more about it. I'll have to ask tomorrow. I'm a little nervous, because if we don't get Friday, that means I'll be taking it off. My mom has Friday, and we're heading up to Rawdon. Under any other circumstance, we could just wait until Saturday, as annoying as that would be. But my mom has a hair appointment on Friday afternoon, and I have to take my tax papers to a woman I know who does income tax. Plus, it would be nice if we could help my grandmother get things ready for the Saturday night supper (Sherry, George and Hayley are coming up). And finally, it would really ruin both my mom's and my long weekend if our time in Rawdon is no longer than any other weekend.

The thing is, I only started back at the end of February. I feel a little weird about taking a day off. Knowing how much everyone depends on me doesn't make it any easier either.

Anyway, it's not like it's just out of the blue. I mentioned it last week, so I'm just following up and reminding the controller tomorrow. I only have to tell the president and the other guy I do a lot of work for...

Wish me luck!

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