You never know what you’ll overhear…
A prototypical middle-aged couple recently decided an elevator – filled with departing guests – was the perfect place to discuss their child’s artistic leanings:
BEWILDERED DAD: I just don’t get it, (long sigh) what’s wrong with him?
MOM IN DENIAL: Nothing at all! He merely has a vivid imagination!
BEWILDERED DAD: It’s those damn movies you let him watch! Everything’s filled with blood and guts these days!
MOM IN DENIAL: He watches those on his computer when we aren’t watching, dear. All the kids are like him, dear. They all have the same ideas.
Dad was waving one of Junior’s “masterpieces” about; just picture a tribute to Salvador Dali… but really messed up! There was a bizarre dark forest and headless bodies wandering about and a witch carrying a string of severed heads. You know, kid stuff.
BEWILDERED DAD: They may all think like this, but do they put it on paper – and give it to their Grandmother?
Dad took stock of his fellow passengers and decided I’d be a good sounding board…
Bad idea, right?
BEWILDERED DAD: What do you think? Is this normal?
THE HOOK: (After a long look – and careful consideration) This is normal… if you’re David Cronenberg!
Blank stares abounded.
THE HOOK: David.. Cronenberg… (I was sinking fast) he’s a Canadian director. The Fly? Dead Ringers? Naked Lunch?
I decided to hit a little closer to home.
THE HOOK: He’s like Tim Burton. But he doesn’t use Johnny Depp for everything!
TOGETHER: (Along with the rest of the elevator) Oh!
THE HOOK: He’s been very successful. Maybe your little guy will follow in his footsteps…
They departed on the mezzanine floor, leaving me with one last opportunity to voice my opinion to a captive audience.
THE HOOK: Or he’ll wind up a serial killer. Either way, he’ll be famous.
Appropriately, that one killed ‘em.
SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES….
June 9. 2012 10 A.M – 7 P.M.
Scotiabank Convention Centre
Niagara Falls. Ontario. Canada
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