Birth Movies Death
I remember everything about the first time I saw The Monster Squad.
I remember being excited when my mother announced we were going (I was huge into monsters at the time), I remember having a last-minute anxiety attack on the drive over (what if it was too scary??), I remember the theater where we saw the film (the long-since vanished Loews Chisholm in Plano, Texas), and I remember how drunk in love I was by the time the credits rolled. I didn't have much context for Fred Dekker's film - I'd seen only a few horror movies by that point, all of which were mild by comparison - but I knew I was crazy about it. Inspired, even: a few weeks later, I landed in hot water with my Sunday school teacher when I sketched Frankenstein after being invited to "draw a picture of Jesus".