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Saturday, April 10, 2010

The Bad Seed


It feels strange to review this movie because I feel like it's inevitable that you've seen it. The Bad Seed. I loved this movie when I was a kid. But, now that I think about it, I really don't even know if it's a kids' movie or not. But, I never liked anything deemed to be normal in terms of movies of television shows for kids. I mean, my 10 year old cousin watches everything on the Nickelodeon channel or whatever it's called and I KNOW that I NEVER would have watched any of those kid shows. I'm not even nostalgic for Full House. That's how snobby I am.

The Bad Seed is arguably my favorite movie in the world. It was made in 1956. (I think there's a remake out there that you could not pay me to see.) I think it was originally a play because that's how the movie is set up. There's basically one set--an apartment living room. And, at the end, the cast comes and takes a bow. So, onto the story. It is great in that it's really evil and creepy. Rhoda is the little girl. She's angelic--blonde, braided hair and a perfect dress. She goes to a class picnic where a little boy drowns. How can I put this? He wins a medal. Rhoda wanted that medal. Rhoda--the little sociopath--gets what she wants at whatever cost. Get it?

Rhoda's mother and the nice neighbor lady adore Rhoda. She's perfect. She rubs her mother's neck, saying "Oh mother. I have the most beautiful mother. I tell all of my friends at school that." Well, as time goes on, the mother grows suspicious of Rhoda. She wonders how Rhoda got her hands on that dead boy's medal. So does LeRoy, the maintenance man in the apartment complex. He tells Rhoda that he saw her throw her bloody shoes (from pummeling the boy from the picnic and then pushing him into the lake to die) down the incinerator. Remember that it's the 1950s and there was one incinerator for garbage for the entire apartment complex. LeRoy is totally creepy himself and he reminds me of a guy who served time for a nonviolent crime and needs a job while he's out on parole. LeRoy's always sort of baiting Rhoda to confess about the shoes and Rhoda never quite gives in. But, she does need to protect herself and her crimes. Yep, you guessed it. She takes care of LeRoy--showing him how powerful that incinerator really is.

The best character is the little dead boy's mother. She comes over to visit Rhoda's mother. She's on to Rhoda and she's pretty vocal about suspecting her of killing her son because Rhoda was the last person seen with him. This lady is drunkety drunk drunk in most every scene and she plays it perfect. Just unappealing enough to make you uncomfortable, but not so belligerent to let you forget that she's a grieving mother.

Rhoda is a bad, bad, bad girl. She's evil to the core and does her best to behave like an angel to the people who matter--like her mother and the neighbor. I won't tell you what happens to little Rhoda at the end. I'll just say that her mother attempts to right wrongs. But, come on, Rhoda is the devil's spawn. She's too powerful to be conquered. And, anyway, sinners are way more fun, right?

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Pretty in Prom; Footprom; Never Been Prommed; American Prom



I did not go to my high school prom. I did not want to go to the prom. I did not turn down one person as a date. I did not care one thing about that prom. I knew people that went to the prom, and aside from going to a salon to get an up-do that aged the average teenager 15 years and buying a flimsy long gown, I never found a compelling reason to go. So, WHY OH WHY are we bombarded by Prom movies? You know...the ones where the prom is the holy grail of teenage life?Let me tell you, teenage readers who, with prom season coming up upon on us and you with not a date in sight, prom is only a dance. A hopeful boy may bring a condom and a starving-to-fit-into-her-dress girl may cease to eat and then have champaigne and then get a bit loopy (Donna Martin from 90210 anyone?...Donna Martin graduates!). But, that's kind of it.

Don't think I don't get it; I do. I know that the prom is the teenage equivalent to a wedding. It's a good goal in a movie (wedding/prom) because it's a place for the plot to end up, but it's probably not a good goal for life itself (and I'm emphasizing the wedding part here). The whole goal of Footloose is to have a dance, to have a prom. The goal of American Pie is to fuck by way of the prom. Romy and Michele get dissed at the prom. (And, their high school reunion is pretty much prom, round two.) Pretty in Pink claims her independence at the prom (even though Andy still gets with Blaine...I'm convinced the director's cut of that movie has Andy either getting with her gay/doesn't know he's gay yet friend, Duckie, or she stays single). Now, Carrie...I can totally get behind the goal in Carrie's prom. Sure, Carrie wanted to dance, but the school wanted to humiliate her. So, when she demolishes the better part of her peers, the goal of murder by way of prom is pretty ingenious. (Shakespeare would have a field day with that. In the 1970s [Carrie], creates death and by the 1990s [American Pie], the boys long for their own demise by way of sex, by way of the orgasm. It's almost too poetic.)

I would love to see a movie where the prom simply happens, and it's not at the end, and it's not involving an ugly duckling getting transformed into a faux-forty year old (I'm referring to the hairstyle that inevitably happens to 17 year old girls at the salon). A prom IS like a wedding. But, it's a wedding where you're merely a guest. You're not the bride or groom taking vows (i.e. the last lawful contractual form of slavery). If you simply attend a wedding reception, it's not the climax of your life. It's a night where you maybe bought a new dress and dinner was served in a buffet line. That's how prom should be. It should be a fun night. And, don't think that if you missed prom in high school, you'll never get to go later. You'll go. It'll just be better. It'll be in the form of a law school prom (yeah, believe it or not, they do exist!) or a high school or college reunion or someone will throw a party and the theme will be '80s prom or you'll attend a wedding or be a bride or groom in a wedding.

Prom is just a fancy dance. So, go to all the equivalents you can because you'll most definitely be smarter than you were in high school. Sleep with the boy who sheepishly brings the condom. Punch the drunk boy who gropes you. Diet down. Don't diet down. Drink a lot. Drink nothing. Just remember, it's ONLY ONE NIGHT and there are so many in life. And, if you've been brainwashed by the movies into thinking that this is the climax of your existence, then you better work to make it the best night of your life. Then, call your therapist, take your meds, and sleep off that hangover because tomorrow is another day. And, maybe, another prom.