14/09/2002 - 11:04 a.m.

The Power of Christ Compels You

I meant to write yesterday, but I thought, no, I'd better not because I'm leaving at seven, and loads of things are bound to happen, I'll write about it when I get back. I got back at three. I decided not to turn on the computer (which turns on with the sound of Dr. Who's TARDIS taking off) and wake up/piss off Polly. This morning, I'm all woken up and much more informed about what I was planning to talk about last night.

Movie night was going to start at 7 or 7:30ish, so I decided to head on over. On the way out the building, I passed Nate's room- he's in my Fundies class. So I ended up talking to him about random stuff for, ohh, like two hours. He found out about my ignornace of popular music and started to play Staind and Linkin Park and Nickelsomething, creek, back?, I can't remember, and some Fiona Apple music video that he keeps just to gross people out- it's like a bad porn starring an anorexic girl. I've decided that, if I wanted to, I too could be a rockstar. I could even teach myself to play guitar, I can make a claw with my fingers and move it around on a guitar neck. Actually, I would like to learn to play guitar.

About nine I decided that I may as well go start watching movies. I came in on the middle of the beginning of Night on Elm Street. Let me preface all of this: generally I watch scary movies all by myself, so I don't like them or watch them much. This movie, however, is not scary, it's just hilarious.

After that was a Peter Jackson directed movie Dead Alive, which was absolutely great. As far as a totally implausible movie, this one's great. It's just so wacked out it's good. Basically, if they'd been taking themselves seriously, this would've been a Mystery Science Theatre movie, but they weren't, so it doesn't work so well. Everybody ought to see this movie before they die, and not take any of it to be legitimate.

Then they took a break, and I talked to Jess for a little while. Kind of sort of- how are you, what are you doing type thing. I am such a pathetic loser. I really really need to get over that.

At midnight, we watched The Exorcist. I have never seen this movie, but I had heard enough to be mildly worried. I didn't know I'd read the story in sixth grade.

The Exorcist is based on a real exorcism performed in Earling, Iowa. There is very little information about it on the Internet, but type Earling Iowa into a search engine, find their webpage, and they mention it. However, I read about it in a book of Iowa paranormal stories when I was in 6th grade, because I loved that kind of stuff, and still do. So, as soon as I recognised it, I didn't have anything more to be afraid of, because I knew what was going to happen.

I prefer the real story. Emma Schimidt had been bothered by posession for 20-some years- since she was 14. And it wasn't until the exorcism actually began that things began to turn very like Reagan is the whole time. It took 23 days to exorcise Emma, and it ended much happier, nobody died. Which, that strikes me as a sort of a problem with the movie, they perform the exorcism, but both preists die. What's up with that? That only suggests the extreme power that Satan has over people, when an exorcism is done to show the power of God. But, you know, whatever. It was 1973, you couldn't have a horror movie without too many people dying, no matter how much puke and piss it had in it.

Another problem, what was that third preist doing alive at the end of the movie? He was the one Reagan claimed would die.

It's a really good movie, made not to my tastes, but then, cinematically it's impossible to do things as they really happened. At least, that's what they say. If I were ever to make a movie, and base it on something, I'd do it as close as possible. You know, make it like a documentary that was entertaining, that had action, that seemed to happen in real time. I mean, that could be good.