| I Blame the Gremlins |
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| Written by Ross Cavins | ||||||
| Sunday, 11 May 2008 | ||||||
![]() Cute and Cuddly Gismo. Wus. It was a horror film. I know Spike laughed all the time, and he seemed to generally be goofing around at first. But that was only until he began killing anything that moved. And he didn't just kill, he killed with wild glee. He blew people up and lit them on fire. He even killed his evil Gremlin buddies and laughed about it. And all Gismo could do was gurgle and look cute. Gremlins gave me nightmares. At twelve years of age, I awoke in the middle of the night with a vision of my kittens exploding in the microwave. I saw power tools chasing me, ready to gnash and gnaw my flesh to the bone. I was afraid to close my eyes again. I immediately hopped in the bed with my kid sister. I couldn't sleep alone. Last week, I downloaded some classics for my two young nephews to watch, movies that I loved as a kid. E.T. and Goonies and other such films. Then she laughed. Hard.
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