I love scary movies. I particularly like psychological thrillers. Blood and guts? Meh. Mind-blown and goosebumps? Gets me every time. In The Mouth of Madness has stuck with me for years. Actually one of the scarier films for me to date. The movie has grossly etched two things forever in my mind:
- Some small creepy kid saying, “It’s Mommy’s Day!” – etched because I was watching it in the wee hours of the morning on Mother’s Day with friends. Scared the crap out of us! And kids in scary movies are always creepy.
- This totally warped scene of a young/old freaky dude on a bike in the boondocks with playing cards clothes-pinned to his tires. All you could hear was “click, click, click, click, click, click, click.”
Recently Clifford and I were driving through Bufu, Kansas at about 3 in the morning. I was suddenly reliving that scene from the movie, but this time in real life!
Needless to say, I was suddenly wide awake. Don’t drive through Nowhere, Kansas at 3AM. You might run into this.
Movie? No regrets. Kansas 3AM? Pass.