Well, we're home again after our little jaunt to Florida. There is really no point in recounting anything because you can visit Derrick's blog and read all about the wedding and see pictures so I see NO point in being redundant. Thanks, DJ, for doing my work for me. And there's also no point in putting up one of those little links to go over to Knightly Ruminations...because, come on, you ALL KNOW how to get there. Follow the yellow brick road.
No, this post is not about Jeff and Fritha and the lovely time we had at their wedding and how we wish them all possible happiness, and how much fun it was to see everyone from our old world. It's about something Totally Different.
It's about "The Village." (Cue creepy music.)
Last night we watched M. Night Shymalan's, "The Village." We went into it not expecting much beyond a few goosebumps b/c the reviews were less than stellar for this 2004 movie. Oh my word. We were completely surprised by its goodness. And by goodness, I mean: scariness, beauty, suspensefulness, stunning plot twists, and just brilliance in general.
It was so good I wanted to eat it. That is usually an accolade I reserve for music, but it applied here as well. Beautiful costumes; gorgeous sets; great actors; perfect music; well-crafted, clean story...Oh, MAN! You have to see it if you can stomach the scariness. It's not a horror movie- it's a very suspenseful, thought provoking story. Not for the very young or the faint of heart, though.
There were moments when I practically watched through my fingers I was so scared, and afterwards when I went downstairs to make sure the doors were locked and lights turned out, I had to RUN UPSTAIRS afterward, two steps at a time, because I was creeped out by the darkness. But I got over it...and I felt I could understand Anne Shirley when she and Diana Barry are walking through the Haunted Forest and Diana asks, " Aren't you scared?" and Anne replies with relish, "Deliciously scared!"