So my son talked me into going to see Paranormal Activity with him. I was resistant because scary movies are not my thing. I haven’t actually seen one since A Nightmare on Elm Street … the first one. But if there is anything I hate more than scary movies, it is my fears. So, although the plan ranged from seeing two different movies to him seeing the movie I’d rather have seen, when it came time to purchase the tickets, I found myself buying two for Paranormal Activity.
My fears just piss me right the hell off.
Everyone warned me it was the scariest movie they’ve ever seen … everyone. Now, I won’t ruin it for those of you who haven’t seen it, but I will say this: I was startled enough to scream once. Other than that, I was neither impressed nor frightened. Instead, I found myself watching with a detached sort of assessment, rewriting lines of dialogue in my head as the movie progressed.
It was nice to spend an evening with the boy child, though. ~smile~ And he was more frightened by it than me. Sleep well, baby boy.