Mmm... Nightmare Before Christmas goodness. Now all I need to do is read "The Raven" and my Halloween might just be complete. Though I might throw in a bit o' Edward Scissorhands to mix it up a bit.
This evening, I realized it was Friday, which meant the semi-regular showing of movies by the Physics Club. This time, it was "The Bad Dream Two Nights Before Boxing Day" as their posters said. :P By the time I remembered this, it was almost too late, and being the lazy slacker I am, I almost didn't go, just because I wasn't sure I'd make it there on time.
I made it a full fifteen minutes before the movie was supposed to start. Except for the club president, I was the only one there for about five minutes. D'oh.
We started out (since people were still ever-so-slowly filtering in through the door) watching the two trailers to the movie, then watched the short film "Vincent", an earlier work by Tim Burton. Very nice, very dark. It set the mood nicely.
For a second there, I had forgotten the splendor of Nightmare. If I ever do that again, I want someone to slap me in the back of the head repetitively until the doubt stops weeping from my eyes.
From the beginning, I could see things that I hadn't noticed the last time I watched the film. Things that I only would have noticed after having taken a creative writing course and written some of my own stuff. Little, subtle things, like changes in the tone of music at extremely crucial points; points so crucial that you don't recognize them. Little one-line things that change the entire course of the story. The excessive development of each and every individual character, including the ones that only ever say but one thing. The little influences here and there from Vincent Price.
Oh, and <3 Danny Elfman. I want that soundtrack.
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