My sister came for a visit last weekend and it was nice to have some quality time with her for the first time in months.
Our days were filled with errands, lending a hand around the house, tending to the pets and generally spending late evenings watching a variety of movies.
After she opted to sit through “Straw” for my movie review column this week, it was determined that we should alternate cinematic choices for the duration of her stay.
I can’t say that I blame her after that film got progressively more depressing and frustrating as it went along.
However, we noticed something else while picking out movies after that – we’re running out of series franchises to
binge!
We’ve already made it through several favorites like “The Mummy,” “Blade,” “Scream,” “The Matrix,” and so forth.
So, I suggested we start the “Final Destination” franchise – mostly because she couldn’t remember if she’d seen it in its entirety and partially because we both find a lot of humor in horror/thriller films.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve laughed at someone on screen doing something incredibly stupid in a horror flick that leads to their grisly demise.
My sister reacts the same way up to a point – at least until the flick turns so redundantly idiotic that she gets annoyed with the dumb characters and storyline.
So, overall, we’re perfectly matched to endure the scope of ridiculousness that is endorsed as early 2000s horror.
The only other person that I can rely on to endure stupid horror movies with me is my best friend Jessie and I’m more likely to drag her to the local theater for those experiences!
Anyway, we both pretty much fell out over the fact that the first “Final Destination” film was released in 2000.
That revelation prompted a quickly devolving discussion on the other films and how old we were when each one came out.
Then came the realization that my 20-year class reunion is next year and I had to have a moment of silence for the personal reminder to ignore it when my classmates started trying to arrange some kind of get-together.
And while my sister cackled from her end of the sofa, I gleefully told her that hers would be coming around the corner soon enough.
I think that if we had any throw pillows on the couch, she might have thrown one at me – at least judging by the scowl she had on her face.
To stave off any incoming violence, I also reminded her that since she deleted her Facebook it was highly unlikely that anyone would seek her out to celebrate such a milestone, between one chuckle and the next at least.
Neither one of us has kept up with too many of our classmates from back then and have only kept immediate contact with those we count as close friends.
I couldn’t even begin to speculate why she’s made her choices, but I understand my own.
And while it’s kind of adorable to hear that Mike still meets up with his friend group from his archaic high school era, as long as I have my family and close friends at hand, I don’t think I’m really missing out on much.