Thursday, January 17, 2008
Bad Dreams for Old Men
...not that I'm an "old man", but you get the point. Javier Bardem's scary No Country for Old Men creation Anton Chigurh haunted my dreams last night. I dreamt that I living in this suburb where everybody had to be like Will Smith in I Am Legend and turn all the electricity off and had to blockade their homes at night because Anton roamed the streets looking for people to shoot with his giantmassivehecan'tmiss rifle (but not the air gun). And of course, in my dream, I forgot to take the garbage out (naturally) and had to go outside to do so and then had a big chase scene with Anton and it was terrifying.
Then I woke up.
Then I fell back asleep.
AND HE WAS THERE AGAIN! Except this time he was joined by the alien from Signs - I blame My New Plaid Pants for that - and well things just escalated from there. I woke up several more times in the span of an hour and everytime I went back to sleep Anton was there. He's one scary dude, I tellsya. Although, I've found the movie itself has been lingering around my brain a lot more than I anticipated when I exited the cinema.
Now, if Javier ever wants to haunt my dreams purely as himself then by all means. If Javier wants to haunt my real life too, I think I could accomidate. As long as he doesn't have that hair, ya know?
Yes, I think so.