Last night my husband and I were watching television, and, at the end of a particularly moving scene, I looked over at him, tears in my eyes, to see his face dry as the proper way to act in an Oscar Wilde play. We then had the following exchange:
Me: You have a heart of stone
Mike: Yeah, but you knew that already.
Me: I know, but it’s getting harder and harder to pretend.
Mike: Honey, that’s what marriage is for. You get to stop pretending.
Damn you, Joss Whedon. Damn you.
Because I’ve been trying to figure out for, literally, a decade how to make Shirley Jackson work in a modern urban setting. And I could never, ever get it.
And now here you come with Cabin in the Woods and make it crystal clear.