When was the last time you watched something so scary, cringe-worthy, or unbelievably tacky — in a movie, on TV, or in real life — you had to cover your eyes?
I’ve brought an oldie here because it explains why and how I never watch anything I know in advance might be the least bit scary. I hope no one minds:-
He must have bought it and kept it because he liked it but I was surprised, shocked might be a better word.
Have you ever noticed how often it happens? some poor devil falls flat on his face and everyone laughs, everyone? except me I don’t laugh:
I think its true to say that my very first visit to the cinema was not a success. The film was Hobsons Choice and I saw a poor man falling down the stairs into the dark. People were laughing and I couldn’t understand what was so funny about someone being hurt. I remember being carried out of the cinema crying.
I can’t remember how old I was but the film certainly made a strong impression, enough to put me off Cinemas for a very long time. It was years before I could be persuaded to go to see a film again, even to Saturday morning cinema when all my friends went I stayed home and thought of a dark cave and a poor man falling into a black hole.
A few weeks ago there was a little incident with my Sky box, actually it was a very nearly catastrophic Incident and it forced me to find other diversions while I waited to get the box repaired. I started with the DVDs and went through them like a dose of salts. In fact I broke the DVD player…Its now been replaced thanks for asking.
With the DVD player out of action I turned my attention to videos. I was happily watching all the old films when I came across Hobsons Choice. I picked it up. I put it down. I looked at the box and read about the cast. I’m not a fan of John Mills, imo an over rated actor who was no good at accents. Charles Laughton had I understand a very bad off screen reputation and that added to the one other film I’ve seen him in, the imo boring Hunchback of Notre Dame, could hardly be described as a recommendation.
I Put the video down. I picked it up. I kept looking at it, even when I was watching another film my eyes kept wandering back to the grim little black box which had taken up residence on the coffee table. I kept pushing the thought away but try as hard as I might the tempting, frightening thought pushed back. Late last night I gave in to curiosity took my courage in both hands, sure what could possibly hurt me? and put the video on besides I wanted to see what had made me cry.
I was entranced! Its a delightful black and white gem of a film. Charles Laughton was brilliant, even John Mills was better than I expected. Brenda de Banzie was the leading lady and excellent. Everyone’s heard of Hobsons Choice, it’s a kind of a love story and a very, very good film.
It has taken me almost a life time to discover that the man who fell down the stairs was not the hero, that he was, for want of a better word the baddie, that he was drunk, that he did not die from wounds sustained in the fall but did in fact like the rest of the characters live happily ever after.
I always write from memory and rarely check the history. I believe that if you are writing a memory then that’s exactly what you should do. If you check first then its no longer a memory. This time as I finished the post I felt it was important to check dates, had I been older than I remembered? I needed to know so I Googled it.
Hobsons Choice was released in 1954 I was four years old. Who I ask you takes a four year old to see anything other than Micky Mouse and even then. The next time I went to the cinema was in 1959. I know this because it was a Tommy Steele musical and absolute rubbish. I’m a softee, I still cry at sad movies but not at Hobsons Choice which is not a sad movie at all but sure how could a four year old know.
I should tell you Hobsons Choice is based on the play of the same name by Harold Brighouse. Directed by David Lean its described as a working class comedy.
Having said all that and it is true I should also say the main reason I’m posting an oldie instead of a fresh up to the minute update is I’m binge watching Game of Thrones which is for me a pretty gory series.
Its easy all you do is switch over whenever the music changes to something of impending doom, I hate scary music almost more than I hate blood and gore, obviously if the characters look as though they’re going to kill something its switch channels, make some tea or read a blog. Can’t do that in the cinema…..