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Saturday, November 29, 2008

Artuality--Month 2


Heather Goodman has started a monthly festival: Artuality. This is month 2.

Artuality is a festival for artists and art lovers to share the place of art in their lives. Every month we'll focus on a different art form.

This month we're talking about movies.

When I first read Heather's prompt question for this month, "How have movies or a movie inspired you artistically or spiritually? " The first movie that came to my mind was Carrie.

Yes. Carrie. The movie adaptation of Stephen King's first published novel.



Here's what I remember:

I was young. The novel was released in 1974 (I was 2) and the film adaptation in 1976. I stayed the night with my grandma, as I often did because she lived behind the alley from us and spoiled me rotten with Cocoa Puffs, Chicken patties and Colby cheese.

We watched TV together a lot. The Barbara Mandrell Show, The Lawrence Welk Show. The Bob Ross painting show (and part of last month's Artuality story.) But my favorite? Hands down--was Quincy M.E.

So one night, I have no clue how old I was. Carrie came on television so that means it must have been a few years after the film release. This was not the made-for-TV movie that appeared in 2002. This was the Sissy Spacek movie, the real deal. I was probably somewhere around 8 or 9 if I had to guess. Not old enough to know what a period or tampons were, but old enough to be smitten with the thought of telekinetic powers. I honestly don't remember the tampon scene in the locker room. I remember an abused girl, a girl who was asked to the prom by a boy who seemed nice. They go to the dance, kiss and are crowned prom King and Queen and oh what a happy ending to Carrie's unhappy life.

But even then, I understood something bad would happen. Poor Carrie--humiliated by pig's blood dumped on her during the best moment of her life, after finally feeling like she was accepted.

And there...that moment...

That's where I remember the most. I was emotionally vested in Carrie. I felt sorry for her, I understood what she was going through. I wanted her to be alright. Joy lept out of my chest for her and her prom King. And then the blood. The viciousness of those girls and the fact that her mother wanted her to be humiliated like that and it was all coming true...that was too much, they'd gone too far. And it seemed Carrie was justified in her rage against them.

Then I remember her going home to wash all the blood off. The shame and embarrassment, the sadness. And her mother holding her, comforting her, then stabbing her in the back. And again, Carrie's power and rage were justified. The crucifixion of her mother seemed right.

Carrie's guilt overtook her and her powers were out of control. Again, the emotional effects of this scene on a small child were so powerful they shaped my life from that moment forward.

I've often talked of how Stephen King has been my mentor from afar. He's garnered so many followers that it seems cliche to say his work is what led me to where I am today. And maybe it's more a culmination of things including buying penny candy and art lessons at the funeral home and watching Carrie and Quincy with my grandma, but as worn as it seems, Stephen King was one of the biggest influences of my life.

So there you have it. The one movie I know for sure inspired me artistically.



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1 comment:

heather said...

I'm not surprised at all.
Nor have I seen the movie. I'm just now breaking into the horror scene, and I have to do so carefully. I'm still reading Field of Blood (Solomon Summaries reading is seriously slowing my fiction reading!), but thus far, no problems--there's no gore.
One thing I like about the horror genre, no two things--it recognizes the evil in this world, and it can drive us to Christ. (You should hear my prayers when I'm in bed trying to sleep with horror images in my head!)