Levedy

Oompa Loompas and other childhood traumas

I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory last night with Dimitri. I enjoyed it. The most comforting aspect of the movie is that I did not recoil in horror at the Oompa Loompas. I liked them a lot, actually.

As a childand (says all psychiatrists worth their salt) as an adult, I was creeped out by a lot of movie and TV images. Here's a short list of things from my childhood that still manage to give me the spine-tingling, my-body-wants-me-out-of-this-situation-even- if-it-means-losing-control-of-my-bladder willies:

-Clowns
-The disneyland full-sized characters (I am SO not a plushie)
-Anything with a disproportionately large skull (Precious Moments figurines and Barney, I'm looking at you)
-Heffalumps and Woozles
-Mary Poppins' talking parrot umbrella
-the scene in Dumbo where Dumbo's drunk
-Grimace
-Teddy Ruxpin
-Clowns
-Ewoks
-Oompa Loompas
-Maleficent
-The Cheshire Cat
-Ann Coulter
-Clowns

I was (am) such a chicken shit. They littlest things gave me the heebie jeebies.