A Fine Line Between Scary and Funny

In the spirit of Halloween, some of my girlfriends and I decided we would pay homage to the eerie classics and held our own version of 'old school' scary movie night. Friday the 13th, circa 1980, was at the top of the list. It had been years (and years) since I had seen it; must have blocked it out entirely because, hello, didn't remember Kevin Bacon being in the movie. The guy really is only separated six degrees from everything, even Jason Voorhees! What I did remember from the movie, though, was the sound effects. You know, 'ooh, ooh, ahh, ahh, ahh'? For those of us who have a cinematic aversion to scary movies all together, I appreciate the 5-syllable warning; at least I know when someone is going to get the axe, or the knife, or the frying pan...wait, wait a minute, the frying pan? Okay, seriously, how scary is that? Does that really deserve the creepy crescendo? Nah. But, if I had been in charge of which scenes were worthy of warning, there were a few where I needed a quick second to cover my mouth - to muffle the screams of laughter: the one where the counselors are in tube socks, Chuckie T's, and white plastic belts; the below-the-waist shot of K.Bake in his speedo; when the chick loses her clothes in strip Monopoly and instead of putting them back on heads out into the rain wearing nothing but a child-size raincoat and no shoes; or, when Jason's mom starts talking like an 8-year old boy. You see, that's why I don't watch scary movies...they're just too funny.

LMN