This week’s theme for Wicked Wednesday focuses on disturbing films we’ve watched and how they’ve affected us.
Confession time. I don’t watch scary movies, freaky movies, or disturbing movies. I once watched an episode of Unsolved Mysteries at 2am and didn’t sleep well for a week – I was about 13 or 14. The theme music to The Twilight Zone creeps me out, and I am transported back to age 8 when I caught a glimpse of pig faces where human faces should have been. My dad loved The Twilight Zone. I hated the show and was easily traumatized by it.
I still remember feeling really disturbed at the end of Planet of the Apes when Charlton Heston falls to his knees in horror at the sight of the Statue of Liberty in shambles. I was very young at the time. I had fallen asleep on the couch and when I woke up, my dad was watching the movie. I dozed off again and woke up to that scene. I can still see the scene in my head. I’ve since watched the movie myself and as an adult, I’m no longer freaked out, but the feelings from childhood of being scared that apes might take over our civilization have stayed with me. Not that I think such a thing is a possibility – but I remember the fear.
Maybe because I saw these things at such a tender age or maybe because I’m a wimp, I avoid psychological thrillers, horror movies, and anything that even looks like I might be scared by. I watched Sixth Sense and jumped out of my skin. Signs (with Mel Gibson and Joaquin Pheonix) made me cry each time something made me jump. I don’t like surprises – especially in movies.
Funny, I started writing this post thinking that I’d never watched anything that disturbed me or freaked me out. Apparently, I’ve watched plenty of films that have affected me. But they aren’t movies I seek out. I don’t like them, and I don’t voluntarily watch them.
I don’t mind a movie that makes me cry, makes me laugh, makes me think. But I hate being scared, freaked out, or disturbed.