My
childhood was a magical time. Disney movies were still original and
Lindsay Lohan wasn’t a cracked-up whore
mess. Bush was still president and I’m pretty sure most
paints still contained lead. Just…magical.
As
Halloween approached every year, besides making the ever-important
decision to what my costume would be (starting in 1996:
jack-o-lantern, clown, Simba, witch, M &M, devil, devil, gypsy,
devil, witch, robber, car crash victim, Hannah Montana, robber, robber, robber.
Okay, yeah. I was getting lazy with my costumes and my mom, chagrin
about me leaving the house wielding a fake gun), was the rising
anticipation for the great Mainframe Entertainment movie, Scary
Godmother.
Based
on the 1997 book by Jill Thompson, this movie was originally only
released in Europe, Canada, and Latin America. Eventually it got
around to the United States and has showed on Cartoon Network every
Halloween since 2004.
Growing
up, I wasn’t really allowed to watch Cartoon Network because of its
somewhat violent and scary shows (I’m talking Courage the
Cowardly Dog, The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, and
even The Powerpuff Girls. Yes, I blame my parents for the
deprived childhood I had), so watching Scary Godmother was
kind of a big deal for me.
My
sister and I love the movie. We love it. Even to this day when
it’s on we call the other up to inform them. We’re pretty
legitimate teenagers.
It’s
not scary, nor is it supposed to be (the vampires are kind of creepy,
though. Remember when vampires weren’t sexy, sparkly heartthrobs?),
but it’s funny and sort of dorky and terribly animated. Scary
Godmother is just a cute move that my sister and I don’t want
to leave behind as we grow up. (It’s the same reason she still
sleeps with her giant Dill doll from Rugrats even though the
doll it’s completely freaky.)
I
probably like watching this movie more now than I did as a kid; I get
some of the jokes I was too stupid to understand when I was eight.
One of the kids in the movie, Bert, dresses as a baseball player in
an SUV for Halloween. Throughout the movie, he pretends to really be
in a car, rolling down the “window” so that he can hear what
people are saying and even repeating, “Door is ajar” over and
over until someone closes the pretend door. Of course, when I was
younger I thought Bert was calling the door a jar. Yeah…
Whether
it’s freaky-ass vampires or confusing door-jars, Spooky
Godmother is pretty awesome. When I’m older, I’ll show it to
my kids and they better love it or I’ll refuse to feed them until
they do. Oh, motherhood.
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