Well, maybe not quite. But the Nightmare on Elm Street DVDs are out. The Sister Person bought them and I was bursting the seams of my jeans to watch them. However, I only got through number one of seven thus far.
Those screechy knives for fingers, glamorous burnt skin and that red striped T-shirt - he leaves many girls screaming, even though it is in terror.
But Freddy seemed to be quite the comedian now. Alright, but there are a few scenes that stuck out in my memory like the succulent Johnny Depp (even with his big hair and narrow narrow jeans, there is no other word to describe him) being suctioned by his bed or Tina being killed on the ceiling.
And today on the Disney Channel I came across The Little Mermaid. Okay, so confession time: I was crazy about this movie, specifically Ariel. More than having memorised the dialogue (and I still remember it to this day!), I had the doll, the books, the jammies, the clothes. You name it and ten year old Priya had it (or whatever age I was back then). I still have it all packed away.
Ah, the way movies can serve as time travel machines. Screw those scientists who refute the possibility of it!