Sometimes, instead of putting on some music while I work, I like to put on a familiar movie. Not one that I need to concentrate on, just some background noise to keep the noisy part of my brain quiet so I can properly visualise and work through problems.
I thought I’d put on some movies from my childhood, and I was reminded how many “kids” movies of that time were definitely not for children.
Return to Oz
A nice children’s movie about kidnapping, forced electro-shock therapy, hallucinations, decapitation, poisoning, and people turning to sand and crumbling away. And not in a metaphorical or cartoonish way.
If you think those scenes at the end of Infinity War were disturbing, well, imagine that was given a U rating and marketed to six-year-olds.
The sound of flies buzzing still makes me think of gory rabbit death doomsday prophecy proclaiming flesh tearing terror even now.
The NeverEnding Story
Yes, what I’d really like is to watch a horse drown. That sounds like a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
What movies from your childhood traumatised you for life? Why not, I dunno, like tell me, or stuff? I can’t force you to, you know.
Written using that new-fangled fancy Gutenberg editor that I have something to do with!