Am I Psychic?! And, My God, If So, Why Don’t I Ever Have a Vision of Firemen Smooching Me?!

Remember when I said, “A firefighting uniform has got to be the sexiest uniform in existence, followed in close second by a baseball uniform. I don’t know why, it’s just true. Seriously, if those dudes at the end had been all ‘Hold my kitten, my adorable kitten, while I take my coat off’ I would have died.”

Remember when rheather was all “My commercial before the last dance featured a fireman and a kitten. Google trolling or coincidence?”

Well, grandfille sent me a link to the commercial which, while not as hot as Captain Morgan, does indeed feature a fireman in his sexy uniform, making trashy margaritas and holding a kitten!

Firemen, I am available on most Sunday afternoons for smooching out in the hammocks. Please call ahead and park your trucks in the driveway, so that we don’t block the new bike lanes on the road out front.

The New Fright Night

We watched it last night with the Red-Headed Kid, who hadn’t seen the original or its sequel. How he could have worked in a video store for nine thousand years and missed the Fright Night movies, I just don’t know. I didn’t have the heart to ask him if he’d seen The Lost Boys.

That would have made me feel way old if he hadn’t.

Anyway, the Butcher and I love the Fright Night movies and probably watched them a hundred times when we were young. So, we were nervous about the remake. Would it have the right mix of genuine humor and horror?

And it did!!!

It was awesome. Plus, like Super 8, the parent–Toni Collette, who looks throughout the whole movie, like she’s just having a blast–doesn’t suck and isn’t just ignoring her kid or oblivious to the fact that there’s something wrong. The part where Jerry comes over to talk to her about how her son’s been harassing her and her son begs her not to talk to him and she finally tells him to go to the authorities then is just not the kind of thing that would have happened in horror movies (or scary movies, like this, which is not quite a horror movie) back when I was young.

I think it’s interesting that the kids in those horror movies have grown up to be different kinds of parents than the parents they had in those horror movies.

I mean, it makes me wonder about the whole “Parents just don’t understand” phenomenon. I mean, it was a joke, but it was also a real source of anxiety for us, obviously, considering how much of our popular culture told stories about parents who side with other adults over us.

And now, we’re seeing another type of parent in the horror movie–still sometimes clueless, but honestly on the child’s side.

Do we believe something different about ourselves as parents than our parents did about themselves as parents–since it’s always adults who make the movies? Or was that trope, in the end, too horrible for us to keep using?

I don’t know.

I just thought it’s interesting to see the shift. And welcome.