Foolishly, my friend and I talked each other into seeing a movie rated highly by both the critics and the Average Joe. We kibitzed throughout the day, reading each other reviews on Rotten Tomatoes and by late afternoon, we'd worked our courage up to seeing this flick that was given a 92% approval by professional critics and 81% by viewers. We let words like these written by Christopher Orr of The Atlantic, sway us:
A horror movie embedded in a conspiracy flick embedded in another horror movie-the most inventive cabin-in-the-woods picture since The Evil Dead and the canniest genre deconstruction since Scream.
Today I find myself wondering who in the hell these critics are, particularly Average Joe, because if they really loved this movie, then they're completely nuts. That may not be entirely fair since I ordinarily abhor films of this genre. It goes back to the days when I babysat for my cousin and watched Psycho all by myself. Dumb. It was years before I could take a shower without the house closed down like a fortress. I don't like to be frightened at the movies and I know this about myself, so if there is anyone to blame for my evening of distress, it's the three of us: me, myself and I.
And what, my friends, what the hell was I thinking when I agreed to such madness? We ARE booking a cabin in the woods for our summer vacation.
Today I am going to rectify this situation by going to see The Three Stooges--even if I have to go alone. I'm sure I can tackle one of my kids to go with me. Maybe my besty wants to go cleanse her brain, too.
P.S. If you happen to like this film genre, I promise, you probably won't be disappointed by The Cabin in the Woods. It was funny, smart and way scarier than anything I've seen in about 40 years. May it be another 40 years before I make another mistake of this magnitude.