It's Monster Monday!
Yes, I am aware it's not actually Monday. Monster Monday, like love, art, sexually transmitted diseases, betrayal, and epiphany, adheres to no schedule. As a thief in the night, just like a certain popular Messiah.
Anyway.
I was reminded of this movie after encountering those sullen, Alpha-female cheerleaders who will no doubt go on to fulfilling careers as trophy wives for Congressmen and ex-football stars (can you tell I'm still a little angry?). But I suppose that scary death-stare of the children of Midwich can be a metaphor for lots of things. Status-crazed tweener girls are merely what occurred to me.
This is one of my favorite movies ever. From a very good book too: "The Midwich Cuckoo" by John Wyndham.
4 comments:
freaky little kids. I mean the cheerleaders. Ha.
Seriously, what you said before is so true: 'It's so much easier growing up a boy than a girl.' At least in my opinion.
I'm glad though that the gymnastics class turned out better.
Happy Monster (not)Monday!
I've been trying on and off to find that blasted book...
Guh, kids.
Around here I think most of those girls grow up to be the equivalent of bowling trophies. Not so great a status symbol, the 299 game.
It's a man's world, Maggie. Or a boy's world, anyway. But that gymnastics class is like a little female utopia, carved out just for them. I really feel hopeful for their futures when I walk in there. And despair when I walk back out.
Irr, I got that book (a hard- cover!) as part of the Sci-Fi bookclub I belonged to when I was a kid. Still remember what it looked like. A fine book.
Yikes, Eric. Ugly thought. Sound like you're in a Last Exit to Brooklyn kinda mood. Last Exit to Ohio?
Post a Comment