This weekend I played patron of the arts. I had the pleasure of seeing my best friend, Nicole, in her school’s performance of Legally Blonde the Musical (SHE WAS AMAZING AND THE CUTEST ONE ON THE STAGE…but maybe I’m a teeny tiny bit biased). I also had the joy of watching one of the darling little Sugar Plum princesses’ I nanny perform in her elementary school’s spring play, I could not have been any more proud.
This is where the story begins guys, in case you were bored skimming over my analysis of weekend “thespianism” in Seattle. If I wasn’t artsy enough a friend invited me to see a film at the Seattle International Film Festival with him Saturday evening. I thought I would expand my horizons beyond my usual favorite genre of movies (translation: chick flicks) and become a bit more cultured, you know, by supporting independent film makers or local artists or whatever I would be supporting (my heart was in the right place). Plus the main character of the film was named “Jordyn” and since I never really got over my inability to find a keychain at a gift store with my name spelled correctly as a child the idea of a movie all about me won me over. Like I’ve openly admitted countless times, I’m a bit of a narcissist.
The movie was called “Another”. As it would turn out, it was a horror film. Maybe you can gather this from the way I portray myself on this little corner of the internet but I’m not really a “horror” kind of girl. I’m more like the kind of girl who hasn’t watched a horror film since junior year of high school because said horror film led to months of reoccurring serial killer stalker themed nightmares which in part led to several months of paranoia anxiety therapy. Still, I told myself to suck it up and be a big girl. What’s so bad about a few nightmares and few months of therapy anyways?
So the movie…”Another”…it was unlike anything I have ever seen before. The main character, with whom I share a name, was basically…how do I phrase this…satan reincarnated?Hmm…not quite…she was essentially, slowly but surely, becoming the devil. Sweet and innocent little Jordyn tried as she might to fight off the devil inside her but in the end there was some sort of makeout scene with her mother (who was the devil…talk about symbolism there) and as it turns out making out with the devil is a pretty quick way to become satanic. Sure makes kissing frogs seem trivial doesn’t it?
Okay, so the movie was pretty weird. The term “art housey” may have been thrown around by people who understand movies more than I do, but so what it was entertaining right!? It was so strange that I totally don’t think I will even have nightmares about it because half the time I thoroughly had no idea what was going on. But WAIT there’s more, the best part of the movie came after the movie. Since this was the world premier of an independent film guess who was sitting right there in the audience with us…the director and producer (a husband and wife team).
After the film there was a Q&A session with the Director and Producer. The first couple of questions went smoothly, and the couple revealed the inspiration for the film (apparently their newborn daughter inspired the theme of satanism…interesting), etc, etc. A few questions in my friend decided to ask if the director anticipated laughter at the points in the film that the audience laughed (keep in mind this was a horror film). The director started to answer the question, a few stuttering words slipped out of his mouth and suddenly he became quite choked up. He began to run up the aisle of the movie theatre and proceeded to run straight into a section of theatre seats, fell over them, stood up and ran out of the theatre completely. It was one of those moments that I truly felt embarrassed for another person, all of me was cringing inside. Yet, I continued to giggle incessantly like a little girl at her first sleepover as I replayed the occurrence in my mind for the rest of the night (and potentially the next day as well).
I know, I know, I’m a horrible person. But, I pinky swear you would have laughed at the awkwardness too.
P.S. If anyone finds themselves stumbling upon this blog entry by googling “Another” or perhaps the director’s name…please keep in mind my opinion is not exactly highly regarded in the film industry (or any other industry to be fair). I am by NO means a film critic, in fact my favorite movies are Legally Blonde and Mamma Mia so for all I know Another could be the next Independent Horror Film of the Year (if that’s an award that is something real).