Adrian came home the other night with some movie rentals. The first thing I usually ask when he does this is, “Did you get any for me or they all just sci-fi vampire types?” That may sound like an ungrateful question, but after sitting through Dawn of the Dead or other movies with words like Blood or Kill in the titles I’ve learned that I usually have to just go and pick my own movies. This time, though, he surprised me.
“Yes, I got a couple for you.”
“Really? Which ones?”
I peered into the bag and reviewed the titles, but they looked unfamiliar.
“I don’t recognize these ones. What are they about?”
“I’m not sure. I just asked the guy at the counter if they have any good chick flicks available for the boss at home and he gave me these.”
Isn’t he a sweetheart??
Cut to that night. The kids were in bed and we were tucked up to watch one of the said chick flicks. The first one had Kate Beckinsale in it and, if I remember, she’s good.
A young couple is driving down a dark road. The wife is asleep, and the husband, who’s driving, looks tired. Suddenly a raccoon walks into the middle of the road and he has to swerve to avoid it. The tires squeel as he stops the car and the wife jerks awake. They’re both panting, she’s annoyed, but then they continue on their way. They start bickering about stuff, which gets me thinking the movie is about a marriage gone wrong and they somehow have to find a way to reconnect. Soon enough the car starts making funny noises, and eventually breaks down. They walk to this crappy motel and have to stay the night. And this is where the real lovey dovey stuff began.
Bored, the husband flicks on the TV, and finds himself watching some cheap horror movie where people are getting stabbed to death. But, oh wait. The room in the movie looks familiar! It’s the room they’re staying in. As they look around they see hidden cameras staring at them and suddenly the lights go out.
I sat in terror for the rest of the movie as I watched this young couple trying their best not to get stabbed to death by the freaks that run the motel.
Chick flick? I don’t think so!! I don’t know what the hell the guy at Blockbuster was smoking! Adrian was even at the edge of his seat during the movie.
“Why kind of girly movie is that??” I asked from behind my pillow.
“I dunno. Maybe one that you’d watch with Karla Homolka.”
The movie? It’s called Vacancy. Only watch it if you don’t feel like sleeping that night.