For whatever reason, this year it has taken me a while to realize that it’s summer. But now it really feels like summer, which I associate, for some reason, with scary movies.
Not horror movies, I hasten to add. I cannot abide horror movies. They scare me half to death, in a not-pleasant way. Before I knew this about myself, I did see a few horror movies, including Halloween and The Omen, both in the theatre. Both harrowing memories. (To this day, when someone is acting creepy, my sister and I softly chant, “Evil! Damien!”) A cousin once tried to sneak me in (I was under 18) to see The Exorcist, and I am forever grateful that I talked her out of it in the parking lot of the Westroads Mall. It did some damage to our relationship, and she probably still thinks I’m a baby and a prig, but at least I didn’t have to see The Exorcist.
Perhaps the best scary summer movie of all time is Jaws. I mean really. How could you top Jaws? I saw it at the Indian Hills Theatre, Omaha’s answer to the Ziegfeld, a huge theatre with an enormous screen and incredible sound. I was in the balcony, and will never forget seeing the whole audience recoil in unison at the appearance of the you-know-what. It felt like this movie was something totally new.
Good news! (I think?) You can rent it on YouTube.
Recommended knitting: garter stitch, or stockinette in the round. Ideally, something big enough to cover your eyes.
“See it before you go swimming.”
P.S. I’d love to have some recommendations for scary summer movies. Please leave your not-too-scary suggestions in the comments. Links most appreciated.