I saw Hereditary yesterday.
It was a 1:10 showing and about a handful of people where there.   One was a child – a girl I think – maybe 13ish.  She was sitting behind me and, as far as I know, watched the whole thing.

This was my third movie I’ve treated myself to in the past 10 years.   To qualify, a movie is what I watched by myself, something that interests me, and doesn’t take any outside prompting/nagging to see.     The first two were Mother and It.

Still, even though I had a free Coke Point ticket, it was still a near miss.  While at the gym watching Supernatural, I probably decided to go… then not go… then go…. then not go…  at least a dozen times an hour, if not more.  It was exhausting… and disappointing at the same time.

I’m coming on my second anniversary from the House…  I think it’s my second.  I make less than I have ever, ever, ever had before, but still have a comfortable day-to-day.  I’m trying to get my legs back under me — by that I mean the ol’ spitfire that kept me going for most of my life.  It’s just a frail spark right now when it was once an inferno.  I need to nurture it.

And still, even with a free ticket, there as a 50/50 chance I would deny myself the opportunity.

Funny thing is I found the movie itself to be meh.
Despite the Rotten Tomato score and hype from Era, I was yawning about half way through.    In the third act, I even checked my watch a couple of times to see if was almost done.  It just wasn’t the drama/horror/thriller/ and whatever it was billed that I thought it would be.

I mean, sure, it had a couple of moments like when the mom flew down from the corner of the living room.  She was there.  She wasn’t there.  Then, she flew over her son’s head or something.   But, the little girl’s head being knocked off by the telephone pole was so projected as was her near death of eating peanuts.

Yeah, sure, there’s more to these types of movies than this.   There’s always a ‘deeper meaning.’  Actually, I’m pretty good about finding the deeper meanings.   With my interest in psychology and literature, watching the deeper meanings unfold is far more interesting than any jump scares that may come.  I got the whole house within a house model and everyone was a plaything, but it didn’t do anything for me.

I just couldn’t help wondering if Toni Collette has some alien DNA somewhere because her eyes were huge.  The two kids really didn’t look anything like their parents, especially the boy, but they played their roles well enough I guess.

I guess there’s to much subtly for me.  That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like it later, but just didn’t now.  Big meh. Still, I wouldn’t have taken that little girl to see it as those one people did.  I don’t think that was very responsible.   She’ll probably have nightmares about the ants that were crawling around the decapitated head.

Regardless, congrats to Ari Aster, the writer and producer.  I understand he was about ready to give up on writing when Hereditary was accepted.  Good job Ari!

Welp, I got to get ready for an iron infusion.   Maybe this will be the last I need this year or six months.    Michelle is supposed to stick me.   She’s pretty good and I’ll have some free treats.   Afterwards, I think I’ll go walking around downtown and debate on if I should buy myself some Orangleaf ice cream.

Background — I hate needles — especially ones that stay in my arm for multiple hours.   Any other person would try to treat her or himself, right?
I can already feel the mind debate… But I just watched a movie yesterday!   Why do I need ice cream today?  Save the $3.20.

Of course, then comes the second part…. you have to be good today… walk xx amount of time… not eat such-n-such for the rest of the day.  If I can do that, I can treat myself…. and if I don’t adhere to my standards, I go into a shame/blame loop.

My brother, sister, mom, and even Jason has no issue with something that costs $3.20, let alone something that was free.   They don’t have these issues, but I do and I probably always will.

Sucks.

I need my fire to come back.