I’ve seen a whole slew of previews for two new TV shows
lately, Bates Motel and Hannibal.
I really, really hate seeing these advertisements.
Why?
Because they make me want to watch the shows.
I have never been able to successfully sit through a full
viewing of the movies these shows are prequeling. I was a freshman in high
school when I saw the climactic scene of Psycho
on one of those TMC top hundred lists. It was maybe a five minute clip.
Just enough to scare me out of my mind. And result in a deep seated fear of men
in shawls.
Hannibal
the Cannibal? Hello nightmares. I know only the unfortunately bare bones of his story. Which is the way I like it.
When it comes to this stuff, I believe the clinical term
used to describe a person such as myself is scaredy-cat. A title I’m very
comfortable with.
So sweet baby monkeys WHY do I want to watch these TV
shows??
I know how these two men turn out. Spoiler alert – no so
great. You know, because of all the lack of social graces and killing and what
not.
But then the previews come on. Hannibal
has me ready to throw things at the TV in about half a second. And maybe shout,
How do you not already see he’s a
lunatic? Bates Motel is even more
nefarious getting my brain to scream, How???
How did he get from point A to point B? Always crazy? Just a little off but
pushed to the other side of the line? I must know!
Damn it.
I have, however, come up with a solution. I shall be
running, whilst yelling at the top of my lungs, from the room whenever these
come on the screen. I will not let them draw me in!
Otherwise, I’ll go broke from the purchase of additional
blankets under which to burrow, the never-ending phone calls home to the
parents, and the constant leaving on of all the lights (not to mention
engendering the hatred of environmental groups). Just a little too expensive
for my tastes.
And the paralyzing fear? That ain’t so hot neither.
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