I'm pretty sure that no one is going to remember We're No Angels. I couldn't remember the title when I started picturing scenes of it in my head several months ago.
Well, oddly enough I remember watching it with my Dad many years ago when it first came out on VHS. I don't remember if my Mom or Sister were there, but I distinctly remember sitting on the floor of the living room, my Dad on the couch, and it was daylight outside, and this movie was playing. Reading the summary of it on Wikipedia, this doesn't seem like the type of movie that I would sit still to watch back then.
The movie has an all star cast consisting of Robert Deniro, Sean Penn, Demi Moore, Bruno Kerby, and John C. Reilly (yeah, all star would be a bit of a stretch for those last two, but what the hell?). Deniro and Penn are two escaped convicts who are trying to make there way to the Canadian border and freedom. They are mistaken for two traveling priests and become entangled in events at a local monastery. Oh, and it's a remake. Not too sharp, really. But for some reason random scenes from this movie will float into my head at strange times, most often while I am at work. These scenes seem to reflect a cold, blue, mountainous setting with Penn and Deniro in various acts of buffoonery. (See above picture.)
What does it mean?
Is it some weak, nostalgic piece of my lost childhood that keeps trying to reach the surface of memory? Perhaps I was abducted by the aliens at the exact time that I was watching this movie. And maybe the scene that I keep seeing in my head is just my mind's way of trying to recall the missing time My sister always says that "It's just a conspiracy designed to cover up the existence of aliens", or something like that. Fortunately I don't believe in that bullshit.
Well, I reckon I'm going to find that movie and watch it again. Maybe that will jar something loose. Or maybe it will dispel the mystique that is draped all over this movie in my mind. Perhaps it will just suck and I will cease to think about it.
The subconscious is a strange thing, though. I had a dream last night that has been a recurring dream for as long as I can remember. Oh, it's not always exactly the same, but the premise is pretty much the same each time.
Snakes and spiders.
It's always about snakes or spiders. Snakes in my bed. Spiders in my bed (Thanks Mom, for taking me to see Something Wicked This Way Comes when I was a little boy! Oh, the horror!). Snakes on the ground crawling up my leg. Spiders crawling all over me, over my face, but I can't get up.
I dreamt last night that I was walking across a green, lush lawn and there were three snakes crossing the lawn in front of me. Someone on a porch (my Mom?) tried to warn me, but I had to be the bad ass and walk right up to the biggest one. Well, you know how it is in dreams. You can never move as fast as you freaking think that you can. So I get close to this serpent and I can see that it is bright yellow and black and very, very long. The next thing I know, it is headed straight for me.
Cue slow dream sequence running.
Isn't this the worst feeling in the world? God, you try to run. By rights you should be hauling ass, but no! It's not to be. The boogie monster is going to get you, because obviously your subconscious mind wants to torture and make you suffer for some here-to-for forgotten transgression. And there you are with a large snake crawling up your leg to your torso.
Next thing you know, you're standing beside your bed dancing in your tighty whities like one of those sissy dancing boys from women's exercise videos, and your fiancée is telling you that everything is okay. Weak, I know.
So, what the hell does it all mean? I'll leave it to you to decide. I have a date with the bed and a few snakes and spiders.
Kirk out.
