When I was somewhere in the range of ten years old there was this mini series on TV called “Dark Shadows” (I don’t know for sure that I was ten so no looking it up and doing the math) that I was not allowed to watch, primarily because my mother knew I was a big wimp about that sort of thing.
It was a remake of an older series by the same name (which I know nothing about). The 90s version was about this family, their nanny, and this creepy vampire that is in love with the nanny. It was supposed to be romantic, mysterious, and suspensefuly scary. I now realize the only scary thing is the over acting and stupid story line, the only mystery is how it got on TV in the first place and I assume the romance was between who ever funded/produced this thing and who ever really wanted it produced (although I am guessing the relationship was more carnal than romantic).
Nonetheless, a coworker loaned this to me and I was very excited to pop this thing in my DVD player. Despite my mother’s protest, I had periodically snuck a peek of the show now and then. I never got the full scope of it, having to change the channel every time she walked by and all, so I was eager to see the show in full that had resulted in more than one occasion with me pulling the blankets up tightly around my neck, calling both my cats to my room, and sleeping with the light on.
My little E saw the DVD on the table a few hours before I was going to watch it. She was intrigued, and since she handled Buffy and Ghost Whisperer just fine, I figured we would give it a shot, and after all, I figured I could turn it off if it got too intense for her.
On night one, after about an hour and a half I wanted to turn the DVD off and watch “House” (If you are not watching this season, you are missing out!) but Li’l E protested. She was hooked quickly. Tonight was our second night of mother daughter viewing.
The plot tonight went like this:
The daughter of the family who was attacked last episode by the vampire is seduced by him in to wandering in to the yard where he passionately kissed her and then turns her in to a vampire. Then she comes back with huge hair (vampires, it turns out, LOVE hairspray and teasing) and fangs and hunts down her living boyfriend.
You are up to speed now on the whole plot of the first 3 hours.
My little girl and I sat watching tensely as the new vampire’s unsuspecting human love wandered through the dark, foggy court yard of the abandoned 1750s era cottage and held our breath as she called his name eerily.
As the vampiress stepped out of the shadows and sunk her teeth deep in to the neck of her screaming love (it was intense), my kid turned to me, shook her head and sighed like one does when they realize the milk is already spilled “Well,” she said with a slight shrug, “That’s why I don’t like vampires.”
It is a valid reason I guess.
Note: Little E is sleeping soundly. When I went in to kiss her goodnight, she reminded me to turn off her light.
My poor dog, on the other hand, will not be getting walked for the next few evenings; there is no way in Hell I am going out there!
2 comments:
LOL! She's a little trooper!
I know a child much like that. . . she is 2 (well, almost). Her 4 yr old big sister, on the otherhand, is scared of. . . well. . . most everything. Always. And has a very difficult time being alone anywhere.
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