Jim spent most of last night making fun of me. We watched this movie, and it had a surprisinly negative impact on me.
I've watched thrillers before. And generally I get all stressed out and am on the edge of my seat the whole time wondering what's going to happen next and if the protagonist is going to make it out of his/her situation.
Last night we watched Frozen, an independent film about three college students who get left on a ski lift after everyone else has gone home.
For some reason, this movie had me downright shaking. And as I sat there, my heart beating a 900 miles a minute, I wondered why the heck it was bothing me so much.
And then it hit me: I was putting myself in their shoes. My brain was trying to figure out how the heck I would get off that ski lift. And it affected me all night. I was so scared I'd end up having nightmares about my friend jumping to the ground only to break both legs and then get eaten by wolves that I put The Princess and the Frog on while we went to sleep.
When I thought about it this morning, I realized I do that with everything I put in my head. At the end of a Susan Wiggs novel, I cry when the couple who has faced obstacle after obstacle finally gets together. I feel compasion for all people, even when they are simply a story made up for entertainment purposes.
But why did this one affect me so much more than most? I think it's because it could totally happen. Granted, most ski resorts, I would imagine (I don't ski. Fear of speed + fear of pain = no skiing for me) do a pretty thorough check before shutting the lifts off, but the circumstances of their being left up there were totally plausible.
It wasn't a film about a psycho out to kill them, it wasn't about supernatural forces. It was about heights and weather and frost bite and hungry wolves and plain old bad luck. And it totally could have happened.
So I've decided, from now on, I'm only watching thriller/horror movies that have a psycho stalker/killer, some sort of aliens or supernatural entirely UNREALISTIC elements of horror to them. Go ahead and call me a baby. I AM ONE!!