When I was a kid, my mother and I watched Elvis movies on Saturday mornings, then scary movies on Saturday afternoons. Our entire Saturday was devoted to the TV. The King and his kitchy beach movies all morning (but he was so cute, the thin plots were totally not noticed), followed by things like “Hell House” and other really scary movies with tiny monsters under the bed that had mini Ginsu knife collections. [Photo of me and my mom, from 2005, before she died]
Even today, as a grown-up, those Saturdays are probably my best memories ever. We didn’t have a fancy TV. We even had to--gasp--get up and change the channel and increase the volume with physical exercise. But the whole time I spent with my mom, choosing our movies for the weekend, then talking about them later, was pure gold.
Now my daughter is a teen. We have a big screen TV. On-Demand programming. So many remotes, I can’t even find them. And three stadium seating movie theaters within fifteen minutes of our house.
But guess what? She and I still curl up on the couch and watch movies. She has two distinct types she likes. “Chick-flicks” like “Bewitched” and scary movies like “Dark Water.” She wants me nearby for both, for the first so she can eww through the icky parts when the guys get too romantic (she’s still not totally into guys) and remark on the cutest guys (but is into some guys) and for the second, to hold on to when the scary parts get too terrifying.
And, we have our favorite TV shows. “Prison Break” and “Supernatural.” I’ll claim “Prison Break” is for the cool plot twists, but really, we both watch it because Wentworth Miller is just too hot for words. The plot twists are awesome, though. And “Supernatural,” because it’s in keeping with the scary movies that we both love (though I suspect my daughter is secretly infatuated with Dean).
Movies have become a bridge. They bridged the years between my mother and I, and now, they are bridging the years between my daughter and I. Down the road, I hope she continues the tradition with her children. And, when I’m old and gray, I hope she’ll stop on by with a few NetFlix and keep this granny entertained.
Or at least help me find the remote.