I have no idea why my tastes in movies, books and television tend towards the morbid/morose/murderous. I remember reading an Ann Rule true crime murder book while pregnant with one of the kids and my mom told me that I had to knock it off because didn’t I know that the fetus could absorb that kind of negativity??
Recently I finished reading this book:
It was about neglected children, negative adult environments and bullying gone too far. So gripping but so sad and haunting.
Afterwards I read a slightly less disturbing book, but I finished that and lately I’ve been reading this:
This one is about a district attorney whose 14-year old son stands accused of brutally murdering a classmate. It’s a real page-turner, but a slightly hard to read if you yourself have an almost 14-year old son.
As you can see, I’ve been on a real roll.
Last night I was in a terrible mood and feeling kind of bummed out. Most people would have probably rented a happy, sappy movie. Not me! I rented this little gem that I think was on limited theater release. This movie haunted me. HAUNT-ED. And no one makes things more haunting or depressive or uncomfortable than the unnerving Tilda Swinton and her creepy marble-like eyes and bird-like features. Don’t get me wrong, it was a good movie - but maybe too good given the disturbing content.
I’m now convinced that I have been doing everything wrong and my kids are going to end up on the road to ruin. Heavens.
Maybe I’ll go chase rainbows and look for unicorns today. Rent a Reese Witherspoon movie. Find the name of a good trial lawyer…..
