There are some days I wish I’d never become a writer. Usually it’s when I’m watching a program/tv show/movie that I’ve waited to come out and about 5 minutes in, I’ve pretty much figured out 90 percent of the movie. It’s quite annoying and my husband gets irritated when I tsked and shake my head. He knows I know. He also knows I won’t tell him but on occasion I do have to leave the room because the predictability pisses me off.
And then there are those bright shiny occasions when I get a few unexpected twists.
This past weekend, it happened when I watched A Cabin in the Woods. My son picked it out, and I wasn’t that excited as I’d seen a movie with a similar title recently. But I was bored and so we sat down to watch it.
The premise is 5 kids take off to spend the weekend in one’s cousin’s cabin and of course bad things happen. So when the movie started I was confused about these 2 office guys talking about one’s spouse and their fertility problems. Just as I was ready to pop out the movie and check to see if I’d gotten the right movie, the scene cut to the college kids. There was humor and a little sly ribbing of the horror genre.
It just got better from there.
And I absolutely loved, loved the ending. Brilliant. Sigh. God, I wish I’d written that.