I’ve been fooling you, interwebs. Oh yes, I’m afraid so. I’ve been weaving a sordid little web, and you didn’t even realize you were slowly being wrapped up like neat little packages. While you’ve been innocently reading my lovely blog, I’ve been planting subtle, subconscious suggestions into your unsuspecting little cerebella. You had absolutely no idea that I was capable of such duplicity, did you? But I am, I’m afraid. An offhand comment here, a casual reference there, and now you’re hooked. Now you’re MINE.
Don’t panic though. It’ll be ok. Really, it will. I think, once you get accustomed to the idea, you might even like it. At first, you’ll scoff and say you haven’t been affected, that my insidious scheme has not planted a seed in your mind, but as the days and weeks progress you’ll think of it more and more, and become more and more curious, until finally you’ll google it. You’ll IMDB it. You’ll Netflix it. And then you’ll realize I was right, it is too late; you have to watch it. First, the original 1963 movie adaptation. Then the 1981 miniseries. Perhaps you’ll even listen to the numerous old radio recordings. Perhaps you’ll read the John Wyndham book that this is all based upon, which has been called one of the best science fiction horror novels of all time, and ‘an immortal story’ by none other than Arthur C. Clarke. And then, you’ll anxiously await the 2009 version, with Vanessa Redgrave (who I do dearly love) and Jason Priestley and Eddie Izzard. All of this glorious cinematic wonderfulness, brought to us by our friends across the pond at the BBC.
Resistance is futile, interwebs. The Day of the Triffids is coming.