Here’s an unadmirable trait of mine – I flip to the back of the book to see how wickedly suspenseful yarns turns out. I NEED to know that the hero makes it out alive. I MUST know that there’s, if not a happy ending, an unhorrific one.
Suspense – HATE it! At least with murder mysteries and any other story where I’m wild for the hero and his/her mission. With movies versus books, I can’t skip to the end so that I can lower the agitata levels. This is hard!
Star Wars – how I ever made it through to the end of any of those flicks is just beyond me.
Alien – I saw it for the first time on vid with Kevin. We were all set up on his couch for a big movie night. There was Mountain Dew (yes. EWWWWWW! I couldn’t drink that shit now on a bet), chips and dip. The lights were low. We were ready to be scared. OK, I thought I was ready.
When Kane got nailed by the facehugger I was off the couch and down on the carpet doing sit ups. Yeah, you work off tension your way, I”ll do it mine. When the Chestburster made his/her/its grand entrance, I was a crunchy blur.
In any case, now, eons later, I’m no better (though I could really stand to start doing those sit ups again).
Jen, Oni and I have been watching the series Dexter. He’s a blood spatter forensics dude with a fictional Miami police department. He’s also a brilliantly warm, caring, father, brother, husband and serial killer. Dexter’s a vigilante – he only kills the really bad guys who somehow escape the law.
The show’s not cartoonish. He’s no Caped Crusader, no Dark Knight. Nope, by season four Dexter’s a good suburban dad with a binding passion to take out a very different, dangerous kind of trash.
The suspense’s is so thick, I think I’ll likely start doing sit ups again. Yes, overcome by crazed WHAT-HAPPENS-NEXT, I did the online version of flipping to the back of the book – peeked at the show's Wikipedia page. I now know how this season ends. I know how the series end. I’m not proud of myself.
Yeah, of course I’m gonna keep watching. I love the characters. The story telling is fabulous. Knowing the end doesn’t change that – I’m just now ready for the and-they-didn’t-live happily-ever-after ending.
*sigh*
Suspense – HATE it! At least with murder mysteries and any other story where I’m wild for the hero and his/her mission. With movies versus books, I can’t skip to the end so that I can lower the agitata levels. This is hard!
Star Wars – how I ever made it through to the end of any of those flicks is just beyond me.
Alien – I saw it for the first time on vid with Kevin. We were all set up on his couch for a big movie night. There was Mountain Dew (yes. EWWWWWW! I couldn’t drink that shit now on a bet), chips and dip. The lights were low. We were ready to be scared. OK, I thought I was ready.
When Kane got nailed by the facehugger I was off the couch and down on the carpet doing sit ups. Yeah, you work off tension your way, I”ll do it mine. When the Chestburster made his/her/its grand entrance, I was a crunchy blur.
"In a few hours it's gonna burst through your ribcage, and you're gonna die. Any questions?"I begged Kevin to tell me how things turned out – does Ripley survive!!!!! He wouldn’t give it up. Mebbe he just enjoyed watching me exercise out the crazy tension?
―Ripley 8, to Larry Purvis regarding the Chestburster (from Alien Resurrection)
In any case, now, eons later, I’m no better (though I could really stand to start doing those sit ups again).
Jen, Oni and I have been watching the series Dexter. He’s a blood spatter forensics dude with a fictional Miami police department. He’s also a brilliantly warm, caring, father, brother, husband and serial killer. Dexter’s a vigilante – he only kills the really bad guys who somehow escape the law.
The show’s not cartoonish. He’s no Caped Crusader, no Dark Knight. Nope, by season four Dexter’s a good suburban dad with a binding passion to take out a very different, dangerous kind of trash.
The suspense’s is so thick, I think I’ll likely start doing sit ups again. Yes, overcome by crazed WHAT-HAPPENS-NEXT, I did the online version of flipping to the back of the book – peeked at the show's Wikipedia page. I now know how this season ends. I know how the series end. I’m not proud of myself.
Yeah, of course I’m gonna keep watching. I love the characters. The story telling is fabulous. Knowing the end doesn’t change that – I’m just now ready for the and-they-didn’t-live happily-ever-after ending.
*sigh*
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