Down the Rabbit Hole

Colorful Reflections on Silence and Vampires

Blog Harbor Challenge
Prompt - Day 12:
Congratulations, you're now the head of a major motion picture studio! You have the final say over what films get made and how much money is spent on them! With your newfound authority, you can remake or reboot any film from the past. Which will you choose and why? And, more importantly, how big a movie would you make? Would you want to do a big budget remake of a cult classic? A Star Wars movie with a small indie feel? A complete reboot of the Transformers franchise? A future-set sci-fi adaptation of Titanic? This is your chance to overhaul a movie of your choice from the past... tell us a little about what that project is and how you see the new version turning out!

One could argue that The Goonies might well be perfect the way it is...but part of me wonders what the big studios could do with the movie today. I'm on the razor's edge of the possibility though because I loved everything about it as it was...the cast, the creepy caverns, one-eyed Willy. In its time, the movie was epic. Some of the best movies are memorable because they so perfectly captured the time and place of the story that its difficult to think of them undergoing a slick updating without losing some of that retro appeal. For example, could Reality Bites be redone as effectively in today's social media savvy world? What would we lose if it was recast without it's grunge and snarl? It would lose more than it would gain as a picture I think. The same case could be made for The Goonies. So having talked myself out of a great Goonies reboot, I would most likely tackle another favorite classic of mine...The Lost Boys.

The Lost Boys is in far less danger of losing character to nostalgia and could reap more from being recast and remade by a big studio with large a large budget for special effects. The ramped up cinematography could only bring a new audience to a genre that is well-loved. It may even reclaim that genre for those of us who do not think Vampires should ever "sparkle in the sun".

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Day 1577 April 12, 2018
Prompt: A colorful way of living. Write anything you want about this.

The spray can coughed up one final blaze of cherry before it hissed empty in her palm. She tossed it aside and took a step back, surveying her work. She smiled. It could have used a bit more red but overall it was pretty epic, stretching as it did, along most of the building's south wall. She lost herself following the lines and swirls of color for a moment, her eyes traveling the expanse of her art, appreciating its scope and statement. Realizing she was losing the light, she quickly tagged the piece and tossed the expired spray cans in her backpack. She took a few more photos on her phone and uploaded them to her blog, #artfulprotest, and turned off into the night.

The building would be torn down within the week. Her masterpiece, like all the others, would fall to dust and mortar as they always did. For a few days though, her protest would rage in blazing pigments, urban and brutal and beautiful. She had coaxed her cause to beautiful, colorful life and there was a strange power in its brief existence.


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DAY 1974 April 12, 2018
"The meditative state of mind a poem induces can be a rehumanizing force, an antidote to the din of daily life. More than anything, I'm looking for the kind of silence that yields clarity." Tracy K.Smith America's Poet Laureate

"the kind of silence that yields clarity", is a scarce commodity in my household. There is near constant noise, constant demands on my attention. Every app my daughter uses on the ipad is infested with juvenile sounds. Youtube is a frequent auditory plague in my house. The dogs chime in with their raucous chorus whenever anyone passes the house, rings the doorbell, or delivers food. Silence, that true and pure kind, comes as a rare and beautiful thing in my home. On the nights when both my daughter and husband go to sleep early and ensconcing the dogs in with them, the house falls miraculously quiet. I cherish those hours of relative silence.