Do you ever get the feeling you’re in a movie? From time to time I have these outer body experiences where I can see myself and everything happening around me and think, “That’s just what happened in A Fish Called Wanda” or something to that effect. This always happens at parties or in the dinning hall, where the music playing often becomes illustrative of the moment. Then there are other times when I realize I’ve been conducting a very coherent narrative in my mind, something that might work nicely as a voice-over. There are also the great one-liners that seem to pop up in every-day conversation that make me think Seth Rogan has programed my conversation.
The genre I constantly feel I’m walking into is Horror. Not that anything particularly macabre or gruesome seems to be happening to or around me, but it always seems like I’m in those moments right before the psycho killer pops out and kills the unsuspecting type-cast victim. This usually happens when I’m in the bathroom late at night brushing my teeth. The building seems more creeky, the faucets more drippy, and the weather more windy. Call me crazy, but the shower stalls of a women’s college seems like just the right place for Michale Myers to be hiding with a butcher knife.
