I had a big ass list going, a list I've been trying to write all day without success because these strange people that inhabit my home need things from me, because my son the former pyromaniac decided to make beignets for the first time and I felt the need to supervise, i.e. play fry cook, and because my husband's co-workers are letter writing challenged and I had to proofread, i.e. rewrite the entire things. Oh, and my dead son-in-law's mother called wanting to see the toddler which is always stressful and awkward and yes I realize I'm now oversharing. I'm a little grumpy. You know I can't drink anymore so that doesn't help, either. I'm seriously considering medical marijuana but I've never liked the stuff. Lonnie, Honey Child, I need some expert advice.
Anywho, I was getting back to my list after ten hissy fits, three beignets and two percocet whereupon I found with mixed feelings that M. Chariot had blogged about my highlighted film, "The Innocents". You see, I'm delighted that he has returned to us but not so much that he usurped my subject matter.
Abandoning my list, I decided to chose one, just one, fairly obscure film that scared the bejesus out of me in my tween years, "The Other". Tom Tryon wrote the book and the screenplay. Uta Hagen stars.
Twin boys (I have twin boys, you know) Niles and Holland (mine are David and Robert) are living on a Connecticut farm with their grandmother, Ada, who teaches them a mischievous "game". Bad things begin happening and the audience is left to believe we have a case of good twin, bad twin, but the answers are not as simple as they seem. The image of the dead baby in the apple barrel still haunts me to this day and I can still hear Ada, the grandmother played by Uta Hagen asking, "Niles, where is the baby?" over and over again.
Shudder, shiver, bump my geese.


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I remember the movie you're trying to remember, but I can't think of the name. I will ask around. What a day you've had, good god. So is the barn raised/pool emptied yet?
In my thoughts and prayers tonight, Lauren. I'd rather dream of you than The Other, etc. No hitting on you, but you knew that. Heh
Les Diaboliques it is. You know my dear, when M. Chariot is a bit overwhelmed by the flotsam and jetsam of living, there is nothing more diverting than a good horror flick. Absolutely erases everything else, leaving one refreshed.