HEllo I’m back from vacation. And I missed TWO Jonathan Goldstein National Post articles. Here’s how the latest one begins:
Monday. With school finished, Zouzou has decided to keep busy by writing a screenplay for a horror film. It’s about vampire babies who live in the sewers and attack through people’s toilets.
“The only problem,” she says, “is that I have to keep stopping writing because I start to scare myself.”
“That would be great for the trailer,” I say. “Get ready for a film so terrifying that the writer was too afraid to write it.’”
“And maybe it’ll have no ending!”
“And instead of an ending,” I add, getting into it, “they could just have words flash across the screen: ‘Leave the theatre and go back to your regular lives, for that is the scariest ending of all.’ Then they could have footage of people stuck in traffic and late for work. Getting an expensive mechanic’s bill. Stuff like that.”
Zouzou shakes her head.
“There’s fun scary and then there’s unfun scary,” she says.
“Like roller coasters are fun scary and the dentist’s office isn’t?” I ask.
She nods her head. Then she grabs her pen, inspired.
“I’ll have a scene where the vampire babies do root canal on someone while riding the roller coaster. No one will be able to tell that the patient’s screams aren’t fun screams until it’s too late.”
“I can’t remember the last time I fun-screamed,” I say wistfully, and Zouzou suggests I go check the mailbox for coupons.
These should be read in their entirety by everyone, every week.
I have some clerical errors to fix.