In 1963 Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds” was released in movie theatres. My mom didn’t seem like a thrill seeker, but had gone to see “The Birds” and was quite freaked out about it.
For years there was an apple tree in the backyard of the house where I grew up. I recall several years when birds would fly overhead or gather into our yard as if it was the designated place for the birds to hold their daily or weekly conferences. And mom would be freaked.
It seems quite hilarious really – by today’s standard’s I mean. I remember mom checking out the video perhaps just a few years and decade after its release. She sat Patrick and me down to show us this “very scary” movie so that we might understand her fears.
Well, it backfired. The idea of the film was completely silly. And everything looked fake. (As an adult, I find the “making of the Birds” so much more interesting than the movie itself.)
Patrick and I laughed – and even mom could see that it wasn’t really as scary as she had led herself to believe. But we were watching a video in Patrick’s room with his two large windows and in the middle of the day with lots of sunlight streaming in. Surely a dark movie theatre with these “bigger-than-life-sized-birds” (as they would appear larger on the big screen) was a lot more scary. But Patrick and I believed that a large screen would only enhance all the flaws that we saw.
Oh, I’m not knocking what may have been a horrifying chiller in 1963 – but by today’s standards – or even just the late ‘70’s, it seemed more like a comedy than a thriller.
When I was at my mom’s house the other day, she pointed out the window and said to Jenna, “Look at all the birds!”
She took pleasure in the fact that so many birds had gathered outside her window. She wasn’t scared about or bothered at all. And I thought back into a time when her reaction was always so much different.
There has been a plus to the wicked health issues that have seemed to rob both of my parents of their yesteryear’s strength. And that has been in seeing my parents behave in a different a manner unlike their old selves – but allowing themselves to express new emotions – or one’s that seem to have been buried away seem to rise to the surface. I don’t often welcome the changes, but sometimes it brings me joy to see an unexpected behavior. Such as welcoming the birds and not fearing the idea of what could happen (or at least did in someone’s imagination)