Last night, Ching was doing the usual bathing of the boy and getting him ready for bed. I had headed downstairs and was just starting to watch a 1971 Spielberg film called Duel. The description sounded just strange enough and there was nothing else on. (Duel is a 1971 television (and later full-length theatrical) thriller film directed by Steven Spielberg and written by Richard Matheson, based on Matheson's short story of the same name. It stars Dennis Weaver as a terrified motorist stalked on a remote and lonely road by the mostly unseen driver of a mysterious tanker truck.) I enjoyed seeing things from 1971 - old cars with the old instrument panels, pay phones, etc.
Noah, as he sometimes does, came downstairs to get something he'd left down there and to see what I was up to. But, instead of heading back upstairs, he sat on the sofa with me and began to watch the movie.
Now, I can see how a simple, prolonged scene with a bright orange car and a big truck driving along could get his attention. I didn't expect it to keep his attention.
We kept trying to get him to stop watching it and go to bed, but he wasn't having it.
The good thing was, the movie was tense, but not really scary or violent or bloody or sexy or anything.
So, he got his first taste of a movie making him all anxious and nervous. The times when the truck tried to run the car off the road, or into the on-coming train, and failed - Noah would say "whew, that was close".
At one point we were laughing and I said, well, of course he likes it, it could only be better if it had a helicopter or firetruck. A minute later there's a big long train. Then we really cracked up, because of course there's a cool train in this movie!
He watched the whole thing. Then was hard to get upstairs and get into bed because he'd stayed up a little late. But, he slept through the night, so that's good.
2 years ago