Ikuni takes movie watching very seriously. She must see everything, opening and ending credits included, she doesn’t like to pause for any reason, and she hates to be interrupted. All of which I respect–usually.
Last night, I stopped at the store on my way home from work. I grabbed a cartload of items, quickly checked out, pushed the basket against a strong wind for what seemed like half a block (before it dawned on me that my car was in the next aisle) then drove home.
Wordsmith unloaded the bags when I arrived, and I went upstairs to ask Ikuni if she’d help put things away. As I approached her bedroom door I heard sounds within but I didn’t stop to really listen. I knocked, opened the door a bit and stuck my head in. Ikuni paused her TV and glared. Oops.
Come to find out she was watching the Japanese horror film, Ringu 0, that had just come in the mail from Netflix and was five minutes from the climatic ending. I apologized profusely then slunk back out.
Ikuni didn’t stay angry for long. When she came downstairs she happily went with me to the store (because I'd remembered that I’d forgotten something).
As we walked through the parking lot, though, she said that sometimes she identifies so strongly with a film character that she moves like her for a bit afterwards. In this case, she was walking like Sadako, the revengeful and murderous young woman in Ringu 0. She stared at me.
“I’ll never interrupt a movie again,” I said. “Just don’t hurt me.”
She grinned wickedly. “I’ll think about it.”