Daily Archives: May 15, 2008

Strange The Strangers

Celebs and Media

The StrangersSaw the trailer for The Strangers last week when we went to see Iron Man. Usually horror movies don’t do anything for me because I grew up on a steady diet of 70s/80s slasher movies. I even took a night course on how to make horror make up and actually got to work on a Bollywood-type movie about East Indian zombies in the water reclamation plant. Or something. We didn’t get to see a script, just one day to make heads into zombies.

I digress. The trailer actually made me jump. Seriously. Okay it had the usual “WHAM! SCREAM! BOOM!” kind of structure but it did find one thing that manages to freak me out every time. The old “being watched by the creep in full sight” shot.

I find if you’re going to scare me it has to be the most cleverest of bait-and-switches (not just “open the fridge, get something, close the fridge…MONSTER behind the open door!!!”) or it has to be subtle. Theres a scene in the trailer that has the female lead standing alone in a large room, no sound. From behind, through a darkened doorway, enters a masked figure. And they just stand there, the woman unaware that someone is at the threshold of the room, staring at her. Here’s some screen grabs:

The reason this freaks me out is probably because I read waaaay too much Edward Gorey as a kid . His drawings of vacant Victorian rooms and random acts of tragedy somehow reminded me of certain rooms we had in the house growing up (see image below, from The Gashlycrumb Tinies). This trailer is the same effect, visually, as sniffing something and having a flood of memories come back to me. I was terrified of the vacant apartment we had on the top floor of the rambling old house I grew up in and I think I only went into it once, clutching my sister’s hand, cutting off the circulation.

Oh yes, I think I’ll see this one!

Dad Goes to MaRS

Personal Bits

Good news! Da is on his way to getting released! He’s still on the nil-by-mouth regime and will still need the bag for nutrients (a nurse will come in at 9pm to get him a fresh one, he’ll use it up while he sleeps and another nurse will remove it by 9am and he’s free from the IV for the day) which willl give the pancreas the needed rests before the operation, but he’ll be in his own bed, away from the semi-private-is-a-joke hospital room. He won’t be sitting in a bed going squirrelly for the next three weeks.

However, the first signs of squirrelly is evident here:

Dad Crashes a MaRS Event

The Toronto General Hospital is linked to the MaRS building, a beautiful research and development centre right beside the hospital. Last night, on our nightly walk, we wandered into the lower atrium and discovered a party in full swing. “See if they can pour a martini into your bag!” exclaims SharkBoy.

“How close to the hors ‘dourves table do you think I can get? Get a picture of me trying!”

He starts to wander towards the suits and gowns with his IV in tow. I can see nervous event planners starting to converge on our location…

I love my father very very much.