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I'm one of those people who watches my favorite movies over and over. I also listen to all the commentaries on DVDs and watch all the extras. And all last week I was in the mood to watch The Omen--so you can imagine my distress when I went to my shelf on Sunday and discovered I had somehow LOST MY COPY! I have no idea how I did it.
The Omen was an important movie in my life. Even though I was far too young to see it when it came out it loomed large in my imagination. Probably it was because I knew it featured an all-powerful kid who gave malevolent death glares and I very much aspired to be one of those as a child. (I succeeded only well enough to occasionally get yelled at to "get that awful look off my face.") The Omen was especially intriguing for my not understanding the title, which I pronounced with a short "o" so that it sounded like "The Almond" without the final d.
The many sequels to the movie can't match the first one--not just because they lack Gregory Peck, Lee Remick, David Warner and Billie Whitelaw all perfectly cast in their roles (not to mention Harvey Stephens as Damien whose only tiny flaw is delivering his few lines in a cockney accent), but because I think they fell victim to a common problem in sequels: trying to re-create the original by focusing on the wrong thing.
The guiding principle in The Omen is that while you're pretty sure Damien Thorne really is the anti-Christ, the director always left open the possibility that he wasn't. It's quite possible that nothing in the movie is the work of the devil, and that anyone who believes otherwise is either a nutcase or, in the case of the rock-solid Robert Thorne (what else could he be when he's played by Gregory Peck?), worn down by grief and stress. The kid himself, director Richard Donner points out, "never declares" for either side officially.
The need to leave open the possibility for coincidence meant a lot of unlikely but not impossible accidents--sure you don't expect somebody you know to be beheaded by a random piece of flying glass in the street, especially shortly after somebody else you know got skewered by a falling lightning rod, but it could happen!
The trouble is, you can only really sustain the "what is he?" question for one movie. By the first sequel we've all admitted he's the devil. What we really needed was a new thing to fear now that we knew that. He needed to live up to his potential in the first movie, and he doesn’t. Instead we just get more bizarre accidents which are now blatantly the work of Damien or his off-screen Demonic Dad. Damien becomes like any other serial killer in a franchise, like Michael Myers from Halloween or Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th. The only "suspense" comes from what creative way he'll kill someone next--Hunting dog attack? Thin ice? Elevator turned guillotine? Falling piano?
It’s a whole lot of death for what in the end is no purpose at all. When Damien died and got to hell, he probably faced a lot of lectures about how he spent his life on earth. ("God's kid started off in a manger and look at all the things he did—how come my kid had to be the slacker?") The franchise drags out the story without ever moving forward, so that Damien really isn’t any closer to taking over the world at 32 as he was at five.
But still, he was great when he was five.
The Omen was an important movie in my life. Even though I was far too young to see it when it came out it loomed large in my imagination. Probably it was because I knew it featured an all-powerful kid who gave malevolent death glares and I very much aspired to be one of those as a child. (I succeeded only well enough to occasionally get yelled at to "get that awful look off my face.") The Omen was especially intriguing for my not understanding the title, which I pronounced with a short "o" so that it sounded like "The Almond" without the final d.
The many sequels to the movie can't match the first one--not just because they lack Gregory Peck, Lee Remick, David Warner and Billie Whitelaw all perfectly cast in their roles (not to mention Harvey Stephens as Damien whose only tiny flaw is delivering his few lines in a cockney accent), but because I think they fell victim to a common problem in sequels: trying to re-create the original by focusing on the wrong thing.
The guiding principle in The Omen is that while you're pretty sure Damien Thorne really is the anti-Christ, the director always left open the possibility that he wasn't. It's quite possible that nothing in the movie is the work of the devil, and that anyone who believes otherwise is either a nutcase or, in the case of the rock-solid Robert Thorne (what else could he be when he's played by Gregory Peck?), worn down by grief and stress. The kid himself, director Richard Donner points out, "never declares" for either side officially.
The need to leave open the possibility for coincidence meant a lot of unlikely but not impossible accidents--sure you don't expect somebody you know to be beheaded by a random piece of flying glass in the street, especially shortly after somebody else you know got skewered by a falling lightning rod, but it could happen!
The trouble is, you can only really sustain the "what is he?" question for one movie. By the first sequel we've all admitted he's the devil. What we really needed was a new thing to fear now that we knew that. He needed to live up to his potential in the first movie, and he doesn’t. Instead we just get more bizarre accidents which are now blatantly the work of Damien or his off-screen Demonic Dad. Damien becomes like any other serial killer in a franchise, like Michael Myers from Halloween or Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th. The only "suspense" comes from what creative way he'll kill someone next--Hunting dog attack? Thin ice? Elevator turned guillotine? Falling piano?
It’s a whole lot of death for what in the end is no purpose at all. When Damien died and got to hell, he probably faced a lot of lectures about how he spent his life on earth. ("God's kid started off in a manger and look at all the things he did—how come my kid had to be the slacker?") The franchise drags out the story without ever moving forward, so that Damien really isn’t any closer to taking over the world at 32 as he was at five.
But still, he was great when he was five.
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What I'm worried happened is a few months ago I was cleaning everything and I threw a lot of stuff out and I'm worried I somehow got that DVD mixed in with a pile of trash! I don't know how I could have done that because it's a DVD, but that's all I can figure. I asked a couple of people at work if I lent it to them and somehow didn't remember but it doesn't look like I did.
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Oh, I see - it's possible that you've thrown it away. This sucks, but it can happen. Once my parents managed to throw away some money they'd put into an old shoe and forgot which one it was. Of course, it was their own guilt. I mean, honestly, who hides their money into shoes?
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OMG your poor parents! Never put money in the shoes!