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08 May 2007 @ 03:04 pm
Meet me in HELL!!!  
I'm still bewildered. Last night Rob and I watched the all-American musical "Meet Me in St. Louis." Dude. That shit is DARK. Some of the stuff those kids said had us screaming.

Agnes [about nine years old]: Katie, where's my cat? Where is she?

Katie [the cook]: She got in the way, and I kicked her down the cellar steps. I could hear her spine hit every step.

Agnes: If you've killed her, I'll kill you! I'll stab you to death in your sleep! I'll take your body and tie it to two horses, and make the horses pull you apart!


Tootie [five years old]: Poor Margaretha [a doll]. Never seen her look so pale.

Mr. Neely: The sun ought to do her some good.

Tootie: I expect she won't live through the night. She has four fatal diseases.

Mr. Neely: It only takes one.

Tootie: But she's going to have a beautiful funeral-- in a cigar box my papa gave me, all wrapped in silver paper.

Mr. Neely: That's the way to go if you have to go.

Tootie: Oh, she has to go.


Papa: Tootie, did you know a long distance phone call was coming to this house?

Tootie: The iceman saw a drunkard get shot yesterday. The blood spurted out three feet!

Papa: Answer yes or no.


[Agnes and Tootie are dressing for Halloween]

Agnes: Wait till you see what we do to Mr. Braukoff. That'll be a caution, won't it, Tootie?

Tootie: We'll fix him fine!

Agnes: It'll serve him right for poisoning cats.

Grandpa: Does he poison cats?

Tootie: He buys meat, and then he buys poison, then he puts them all together.

Agnes: He burns the cats at midnight in his furnace. You can smell the smoke.

Grandpa: That's horrible! Are you sure?

Agnes: Johnny Tevis smelled the smoke and peeked in through the window, and there was a box of dead cats. And Mr. Braukoff was beating his wife with a red-hot poker.

Grandpa: I never would have believed it. He looks like such a quiet man.

*shakes head* Dude, there's more. Do people really think the 40s and 50s were a more innocent age?
cocoajava on May 8th, 2007 07:37 pm (UTC)
The 1950's were SCARY SCARY YEARS OMG. Duck and cover! Polio! Thalidomide! Flexy-flyers with bad brakes! Fatty foods! Bad sci-fi movies! EEEEEEK.
Galestormgalestorm on May 8th, 2007 07:52 pm (UTC)
My jaw just landed in my lap.
loracjloracj on May 8th, 2007 08:03 pm (UTC)
Everyone in that family encourages Tootie and her quite unusual obsession with blood and murder. I think it's probably easier than arguing with her.
Great music, though, and Judy f-ing Garland!
eaceac on May 8th, 2007 08:08 pm (UTC)
I've always loved that one.
bananadiameterbananadiameter on May 8th, 2007 08:13 pm (UTC)
I know -- it's crazy, huh?

And I think in general, kids are kinda dark... they're working out death and life and power and all that. At age 4, BennyBoo was adamant that his parents were going to die when he turned 5, and then he would take care of his little brother. Seriously. Knew how they would die and everything.

Maybe we idealize what childhood is about now, at least from the kid's point of view. In the same way we idealize the past. "Ah, yes, the innocent age of WWII & the Cold War, I remember it fondly..." :)
Robbstro on May 8th, 2007 08:18 pm (UTC)
*wipes tears*

And let's not forget the girls laying a phony corpse on the trolley tracks in hopes of a seeing a derailment. And when they're caught, Tootie accusing Truett of trying to kill her.

Funny, funny shit.
sphinxvictorian on May 8th, 2007 08:39 pm (UTC)
That's the best part of the movie! It takes away the saccharine sweetness and leaves you with a much less ice-cream social fantasy thing. Have you ever heard some of the Irish children's songs? Like Weelia Wallia? In which an old woman stabs a baby in the head with a three inch pen-knife? And then is thrown into the river? It's great spooky stuff. People forget that this modern squeamishness about death, is just that, a modern phenomenon. I just finished reading a book about the Victorian home and the chapter on death and the rituals that surround it are really quite dark. There's a reason why Goths like Victorian stuff! ;)
mel39mel39 on May 8th, 2007 08:54 pm (UTC)
Hee. I LOVE that film... In fact I love it so much I insisted on adding St Louis to our trip itinerary! It's a traditional Easter film on TV over here for some reason, love the Ketchup scene and the phone call from NY scene.
Kayefreak_in_need on May 8th, 2007 11:59 pm (UTC)
That reminds me of this time I was at Six Flags and riding on the big swing. Near me was a little girl. As we were spinning around she was yelling "Grandma, take the picture! Take the picture!" This went on for a few rotations, and apparently grandma was ignoring her, because her voice ratcheted up this exorcist-like shriek: "Grammatakethepicture!. After which she started yelling "I'm gonna kill you, Grandma! I'm gonna kill you!". I don't like to use this word, but I was shocked. And scared.
This is it, the Apocalypsekishiriadgr on May 9th, 2007 12:14 am (UTC)
Snork. Pick up a newspaper from that era and you'll see close to the same catalog of horrors.
Jerlugonn on May 9th, 2007 05:48 am (UTC)
I recall having similar thoughts about the movie. I thought the change in Halloween over the year from the really vicious one described in the movie to the "come and get free candy" that we grew up with was especially interesting.

This does make you wonder if people aren't making too big a deal about kids that play-act violent things. Maybe it helps the kids to get it out of their system rather than making it more significant by freaking out about it.
Jerlugonn on May 9th, 2007 05:49 am (UTC)
Also consider the truly grim old fairy tales. That was some scary shit.
athanata on May 9th, 2007 06:01 pm (UTC)

(that's all i can think of to say)