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The rest of horror movie month
I hope you had a fantastic and spooky Halloween!
+I just saw this fanvid about Ghosts featuring Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice and it's such a delight! There is plenty of Halloween spookiness in it but it's a feel good vid.
+Movies I watched to round out the month:
Halloween (1978): Legitimately creepy! The stalker vibes were more intense than I anticipated. The music was so familiar even though I'm sure I haven't watched this film before. A little slow to build up, but I could see myself rewatching this one.
Halloween: H20 (1998): Get his ass, Laurie!! This movie is not exactly an instant favorite, but I appreciated the satisfying ending. I don't really love that they switched up the story and made Michael her brother - that still doesn't explain why he wants to kill her? I thought it was creepier when she was just the girl he couldn't kill 20 years ago. I expected them to explore whether Laurie had violent tendencies. But the ending played into that a bit.
The Meg (2018): Very dumb plot (it's weird seeing all the fake deep-sea submersibles now after OceanGate) but seeing that dead shark getting eaten by that even BIGGER shark??? Neato.
The Lost Boys (1987): So many vampire tropes, and a funny little bro, and an awesome grandpa! This was fun, but I didn't really love anyone in it.
The Devil's Advocate (1997): SO much to think about with this one. Ok, Reeves' accent is terrible, but it's still totally watchable. The funny thing is, I felt like this movie really captured accurately so much about being a defense lawyer? And it played with the whole idea that you have to sell your soul to do that kind of work well. I loved how it showed his work deeply affecting his wife as well, and I loved that it had an open ending. It was like the main character was going to have to keep making choices, and would have to face his own pride/vanity for the rest of his career. It was a bit slow to start though, but I loved the second half way more than the first.
+I wrote two Gen ficlets for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ficortreat and also shared some spooky/creepy halloween facts at this post.
Isobel takes a deep breath, and opens the door of Michael’s truck to step outside.
It had been years since Max killed that man for Isobel. She hadn’t been back out this far since then. The vastness of unknown desert land frightens her. She can never be sure who is out there, waiting for someone to come along. She doesn’t want to be caught unaware again.
Except there are things she misses about the desert itself, like how freeing it felt to be so alone, with just her brothers and the stars for company. Max and Michael both love looking at the stars, and she misses going with them. She loves looking at the night sky, too. At least, she did before the night of the attack.
So she’d made the decision to venture back out, into the unknown.
As her boots crunch against the sandy desert floor, she feels calm. She can do this.
Max and Michael are waiting for her with tepid smiles.
“Stop. I’m fine.” Isobel waves off their concern.
She sees the look Michael shoots Max, as if he is unconvinced. They both raise their eyebrows but say nothing.
Michael pops the tailgate and turns around to lift himself up butt-first. Then he reaches around and spreads out the blanket he’d brought in the bed of the truck.
“Michael, I’m glad you got your license,” Isobel says as Max gives her a hand up. “This is basically luxury compared to that freakin’ tent.”
They both laugh as Max climbs up behind her. Isobel settles down on the blanket, her back against the wheel well. Max sits across from her.
“And Maxwell here will never live it down,” Michael crows. “I beat him at something. Finally!”
Max groans. “Oh c’mon Michael, there’s plenty you do better than me.”
“Fighting, for one,” Michael immediately says.
Isobel senses their hackles rising. Max is about to say some jab about how fighting is not a skill, and Michael is about to get in his own terse passive-aggressive words, and they could be at each other’s throats in no time. That’s not how Isobel wants the night to go.
“Let’s just open the one beer we managed to steal from our Dad, and look at the stars like we planned.”
“Good idea,” Michael agrees gruffly. He gets the beer out of the cooler and pops the top with his telekinesis.
“Maybe we should have stolen the whiskey out of the liquor cabinet instead,” Max muses as Michael passes him the beer.
“He definitely would have noticed that,” Isobel says.
She leans back on her palms and looks up at the sky. There’s so little light pollution that she can clearly see twinkling yellow lights spread out above her. She wonders if the planet she came from is looking down at her now, watching.
The thought doesn’t make her long for another life. She likes the one she has, with Max and Michael and her mom and dad.
But she can’t help but wonder, at least for one night, who else might be up there.
------
.Warning for References to Murder/Killing.
Laurie probably should feel lucky. Lucky that she survived, lucky that Michael didn’t kill her son, lucky that he was finally out of her life. But she didn’t feel lucky.
It wasn’t fair that she’d had to face him so many times, all because he’d planned it that way. He’d stalked her like prey for 20 years, for no real reason at all beyond their familial tie. Laurie hadn’t been sure she was related to him, and couldn't understand at first how he could kill so easily.
At least, not until she was faced with the choice herself. When it came down to it, she wanted to survive. That survival instinct is what drove her to steal the coroner’s van, and drive Michael straight off a cliff. Even after all of that, it wasn’t enough. Michael still wanted her dead.
She barely hesitated before she chopped his head off.
In the end, maybe she was more like Michael than she cared to admit.
So no, she wasn’t lucky. She was just resilient.
+I just saw this fanvid about Ghosts featuring Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice and it's such a delight! There is plenty of Halloween spookiness in it but it's a feel good vid.
+Movies I watched to round out the month:
Halloween (1978): Legitimately creepy! The stalker vibes were more intense than I anticipated. The music was so familiar even though I'm sure I haven't watched this film before. A little slow to build up, but I could see myself rewatching this one.
Halloween: H20 (1998): Get his ass, Laurie!! This movie is not exactly an instant favorite, but I appreciated the satisfying ending. I don't really love that they switched up the story and made Michael her brother - that still doesn't explain why he wants to kill her? I thought it was creepier when she was just the girl he couldn't kill 20 years ago. I expected them to explore whether Laurie had violent tendencies. But the ending played into that a bit.
The Meg (2018): Very dumb plot (it's weird seeing all the fake deep-sea submersibles now after OceanGate) but seeing that dead shark getting eaten by that even BIGGER shark??? Neato.
The Lost Boys (1987): So many vampire tropes, and a funny little bro, and an awesome grandpa! This was fun, but I didn't really love anyone in it.
The Devil's Advocate (1997): SO much to think about with this one. Ok, Reeves' accent is terrible, but it's still totally watchable. The funny thing is, I felt like this movie really captured accurately so much about being a defense lawyer? And it played with the whole idea that you have to sell your soul to do that kind of work well. I loved how it showed his work deeply affecting his wife as well, and I loved that it had an open ending. It was like the main character was going to have to keep making choices, and would have to face his own pride/vanity for the rest of his career. It was a bit slow to start though, but I loved the second half way more than the first.
+I wrote two Gen ficlets for
ficortreat and also shared some spooky/creepy halloween facts at this post.Isobel takes a deep breath, and opens the door of Michael’s truck to step outside.
It had been years since Max killed that man for Isobel. She hadn’t been back out this far since then. The vastness of unknown desert land frightens her. She can never be sure who is out there, waiting for someone to come along. She doesn’t want to be caught unaware again.
Except there are things she misses about the desert itself, like how freeing it felt to be so alone, with just her brothers and the stars for company. Max and Michael both love looking at the stars, and she misses going with them. She loves looking at the night sky, too. At least, she did before the night of the attack.
So she’d made the decision to venture back out, into the unknown.
As her boots crunch against the sandy desert floor, she feels calm. She can do this.
Max and Michael are waiting for her with tepid smiles.
“Stop. I’m fine.” Isobel waves off their concern.
She sees the look Michael shoots Max, as if he is unconvinced. They both raise their eyebrows but say nothing.
Michael pops the tailgate and turns around to lift himself up butt-first. Then he reaches around and spreads out the blanket he’d brought in the bed of the truck.
“Michael, I’m glad you got your license,” Isobel says as Max gives her a hand up. “This is basically luxury compared to that freakin’ tent.”
They both laugh as Max climbs up behind her. Isobel settles down on the blanket, her back against the wheel well. Max sits across from her.
“And Maxwell here will never live it down,” Michael crows. “I beat him at something. Finally!”
Max groans. “Oh c’mon Michael, there’s plenty you do better than me.”
“Fighting, for one,” Michael immediately says.
Isobel senses their hackles rising. Max is about to say some jab about how fighting is not a skill, and Michael is about to get in his own terse passive-aggressive words, and they could be at each other’s throats in no time. That’s not how Isobel wants the night to go.
“Let’s just open the one beer we managed to steal from our Dad, and look at the stars like we planned.”
“Good idea,” Michael agrees gruffly. He gets the beer out of the cooler and pops the top with his telekinesis.
“Maybe we should have stolen the whiskey out of the liquor cabinet instead,” Max muses as Michael passes him the beer.
“He definitely would have noticed that,” Isobel says.
She leans back on her palms and looks up at the sky. There’s so little light pollution that she can clearly see twinkling yellow lights spread out above her. She wonders if the planet she came from is looking down at her now, watching.
The thought doesn’t make her long for another life. She likes the one she has, with Max and Michael and her mom and dad.
But she can’t help but wonder, at least for one night, who else might be up there.
------
.Warning for References to Murder/Killing.
Laurie probably should feel lucky. Lucky that she survived, lucky that Michael didn’t kill her son, lucky that he was finally out of her life. But she didn’t feel lucky.
It wasn’t fair that she’d had to face him so many times, all because he’d planned it that way. He’d stalked her like prey for 20 years, for no real reason at all beyond their familial tie. Laurie hadn’t been sure she was related to him, and couldn't understand at first how he could kill so easily.
At least, not until she was faced with the choice herself. When it came down to it, she wanted to survive. That survival instinct is what drove her to steal the coroner’s van, and drive Michael straight off a cliff. Even after all of that, it wasn’t enough. Michael still wanted her dead.
She barely hesitated before she chopped his head off.
In the end, maybe she was more like Michael than she cared to admit.
So no, she wasn’t lucky. She was just resilient.