|Ok, talks to the tv, gets eaten by the closet|
So I saw this movie on HBO as an elementary student. Yes, I saw it with Sarah. We also enjoyed other such fine cinema as Ghost Story and American Werewolf in London. I wonder now, did we ever have adult supervision? The answer is no, we were raised by wolves.
Now, I do have some questions about Poltergeist.
1. Ok, Dad, Craig T. Nelson, works for the company who developed the neighborhood. So why the hell does he have a fancy spiral staircase to the upstairs, and yet his two youngest kids share a bedroom?
2. Any Mom knows-You don't flush a damn bird down the toilet. That will clog that bitch up, and then you've got to plunge. Really? Plunge a freaking poo bird? No. Never gonna happen. Bird flew away, yes. Flushed, no.
3. If shit starts moving around your house of it's own accord, find religion, or move. This from the atheist. But really, play musical chairs? Hell no.
4. The kid, Robbie, wears a LA Dodgers hat and yet the fam has a St. Louis Rams football helmet? I don't think so.
5. If the oldest daughter, Dana, is 16 and the Mom is 32, well, I'm pretty bad at math, but even I can figure out Mom had Dana in high school.
I write this all brave, but let me tell you, because of this movie, I am afraid of clowns, closet lights, fried chicken, and my kitchen in the middle of the night. As another side effect, I also get freaked the hell out when the Star Spangled Banner plays or when the television goes to static.
But I did learn that tennis balls are a great way to connect with the other side, and if you count the seconds between lightening and the thunder you can get attacked by a killer tree.