I caught the old adaptation of Roald Dahl’s Matilda on TV the other night.
Do you remember it?
Yep, this was the movie.
If you aren’t familiar with the book or movie, Matilda’s a young girl with horrible, straight-from-the-middle-class-trailer-park parents. They hate books and spend most of their time eating TV dinners and watching Wrestlemania.
When she gets to elementary school, there is this principal who is even more horrible than her parents, “The Trunchbull”
Basically, Matilda somehow (It’s been a while since I’ve seen it) learns she can move shit just by looking at it. So she fucks shit up for both her parents and the Trunchbull (in family-friendly ways) and eventually Ms. Honey, the sweet teacher, adopts her, which her parents are totally cool with.
Oh, shit, I didn’t mention the chokey, did I?
This was the thing kids would get thrown in, for hours on end, if they misbehaved. Nineteen ninety six was apparently a dark year for the public school systems.
I watched this movie every single day as a kid, and spent the rest of my time trying to move things with my eyes.
I wish I was still at that age where the movie seemed perfectly logical. Dammit.