An evening with the Candyman

So MFC and I watched Candyman last night. We were pretty excited for most of the movie because we thought Gillian Anderson was playing the lead character (Helen Lyle).

Eventually, we found out that Helen was played by Virginia Madsen, who looks uncannily like Gillian Anderson. Perhaps not so much now, but in Candyman, wow, they could be twins.

We didn't discover this fact until the end credits, and kept saying things like, "She looks different in X-Files. Has she had a nose job since then?" and, "OMG! We're seeing Scully's boobies!" (Well, that's what I was saying. MFC just kept going, "Mmm ...")

This is what happens when you do not pay attention to the DVD cover.

It took a bit of cajoling from MFC before I agreed to watch the movie with him. As you all know, I have something of a love-hate relationship with horror. I love reading it (and sometimes, watching it, or at least reading the spoilers over at themoviespoiler.com--warning! This site is addictive!) but I am unable to withstand the mental trauma that my imagination doles out later.

I mean, I was doing so well, falling asleep with the lights off, and not worrying about ceiling demons or vampires in the back yard or serial killers in the front yard or soul-eaters in the mirror.

an9ie: Fine, I will watch Candyman with you. But you have to promise not to scare me before or after the movie.

MFC: Sure.

an9ie: I mean it. No creepy whispers, no waiting outside the toilet door and making scratching noises, and no hiding behind the corner waiting to jump out at me.

MFC: Deal.

(4 minutes later ...)

Eerie whisper: Aaaaangie ... What's that noise, Angie? Ooh, it's getting louuuuuder.

an9ie: YOU COULDN'T HOLD IT FOR FIVE MINUTES, COULD YOU?

Philip Glass composed the soundtrack for Candyman, and the man is a master of suspense. I am such a sucker for those quiet moments where the character (and you) are just minding their own business, and then BAM, something scary happens. And the music is such a huge part of that.

So most of the evening involved me providing a lot of entertainment for MFC, and ended up sounding like this:

(Silence and then - BAAH, someone pokes their head through the window.)

an9ie: AAARRGH!

MFC: *snort*

(Scene continues, and then - BAAH, something else happens with loud clashing music.)

an9ie: EEEE!

MFC: Hahaha!

an9ie: (Clutching heart area) My chest hurts.

MFC: Hehehe.


Update (Tuesday, April 7th): OK, so I managed to fall asleep with the light on last night, but then I woke up at 5am for no reason and kept thinking Candyman was standing in front of my bed, so I had to have my interrogation-strength reading lamp on until dawn broke. GAH.