In exchange, we showed her the Alice Cooper episode of The Muppet Show, which she dug, so we're good there.
This past weekend, we showed her The Muppet Movie (the original), which she also enjoyed. In return, or retaliation, she showed us Insidious. (She totally wanted to show us another Chucky movie, but I shot that down early in the negotiations.)
Insidious is a movie about haunting, astral projection and how men are useless. It was written by a man, so I don't know how much of the male-bashing is deliberate, but it's there. I won't go into a spoilerific examination of this movie, but let's just have a quick breakdown of the adult males in this movie.
The Dad: Starts working late every single night after the house starts acting haunted so that his wife gets to deal with it alone. Goes into denial when the wise woman explain what's really happening. After he comes around and sets off to do what he has to, ignores most of the wise woman's instructions. He may be a bigger idiot than the characters on The Walking Dead.
The Wise Woman's Assistants: Bicker over which one of them is more important and freak out when they see actual ghosts. You would think that a couple of guys who work for a Freelance Exorcist who have built ghost-detection equipment out of a view master would've seen enough real ghosts that they'd be used to it.
And the spirit who triumphs in the inevitable twist ending that leaves the door open for a sequel? Is a female ghostie.
I'm really torn between wanting to write a detailed feminist critique of this film and submitting it for publication somewhere and wanting to scrub my brain out so I never have to think about it again.
Any thoughts on horror films? I'm going to be watching a lot of them in the coming weeks and months. Apparently. Sigh.