I haven’t seen this movie in a really long time, and there’s a reason for it. I wasn’t particularly impressed with it the first go ’round. Maybe it got hyped up to me too much, or maybe I’ve been snobbish about my horror movies since I was little.
Recently, however, I started to remember these times when a cousin of mine used to want to play “People Under The Stairs”. You know, we pretend to be characters in the movie. Reenact it. Whatever. I was remembering that she always played the girl, you know, the one played by A.J. Langer – you might better know her as Rayanne Graff from My So Called Life (don’t even lie, you watched it, too). And she would always make me be Fool. The little black boy who eventually saves the day.
Anyhow. (She said, not wanting to get into the creepy things her cousin made her say and do) I thought that since I was thinking about it lots recently, I might as well watch it again.
Let me just say this = I fell asleep through the middle part and I still feel like I wasted my time. I do not like this movie any more than I did when I was younger. I don’t. And I’m starting to wonder if I have some sort of grudge against Wes Craven or something, because almost every one of his older movies that I’ve encountered or rewatched recently has been an incredible disappointment.
On the other hand, I could have just been recalling awkward memories too much and rested the burden of those on Mr Craven’s shoulders instead of where they belong, which is sitting firmly on my cousin’s.
The best part, I think, was watching Ving Rhames pre-Marsellus Wallace. No less of a badass, mind. Just more of a babyface. Just squish his little cheekses and make kissy face. Or not.
I’m curious to watch The Serpent And The Rainbow now to see if it, at least, stands up to my hopes and memories. Memories of how it was the first time, and hopes that I haven’t become such a prick about my horror that I can’t enjoy it like I used to.