Last week in class we watched some creepy animation. Not a fan. Not a fan at all. most of the Tim Burton stuff, I can handle. I feel that is probably the result of having grown up in the 80’s and seeing the likes of Beetlejuice and junk. I dig the Nightmare Before Christmas, too and lets be honest, anything having to do with Willy Wonka rocks harder than Led Zeppelin, so no beef here with Tim Burton.
That said, the shorts that we viewed before Coraline just gave me the heebee-jeebees. That stuff is freaky! Let me get one thing clear, I’m not a fan of scary stuff. Sure this confession may make me less of the big strong man I am, but whatever. I’ll admit that I do once in a blue moon get the itch to watch something a wee bit scary, usually around Halloween, but otherwise (aside from a lame paranormal show on ScyFy) I don’t do that. Heck, I’m one of those wusses who changes the channel when I’m home alone at night and a scary commercial comes on. I tried to figure out where my chicken-like tendencies come from and given this is an animation class, my earliest memories of being freaked out can actually be traced to animation, and Disney animation at that! Yes, folks, as a wee little lad, the following, quite frankly, scared the pee pee outta me!