The premise was simple, summarized in its two word moniker, and without seeing a single frame I could immediately imagine the feel of the thing. Perhaps that is why I was so enamored with Monster House (2006) the moment I heard its title and logline. So it was, even at a young age, I became acutely aware of the screen’s Halloween offerings, always on the hunt for the next movie, show or special to add to my must-watch favorites come every October. Unlike Christmas, Halloween was not a holiday that had the entertainment industry scrambling to add to its filmic repertoire year after year. Still, it was surprisingly rare that a new classic would be added to the ranks of Linus’ musings about the Great Pumpkin or Garfield’s pirate-themed trick-or-treating adventure. Whether it be the Rugrats Halloween special or the latest Halloween themed commercial from whatever seasonal Happy Meal toy McDonald’s was featuring that year, it was seeing the season come to life onscreen that put me most in the spooky spirit.
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No, you were better off checking the TV guide and planning your schedule accordingly, every kid knew that. The video store was good for some things, of course, although come October you were hard pressed to find one of their maybe two beat up copies of Hocus Pocus (1993) or Ernest Scared Stupid (1991). We didn’t own very many VHS tapes growing up, so when it came to Halloween specials and movies, I relied heavily on what was airing on TV. Thoughts of fun-sized Snickers bars, cardboard skeletons with articulating limbs and nighttime walks to admire the neighbors’ elaborate decorations raced across my consciousness, but nothing got me as excited for the fall-laced holiday as the prospect of getting to watch my favorite seasonal outings. October 1st carried with it a thousand happy excitements, each racing through my young mind as the crisp autumn air ushered in one of my favorite seasons.
Something as intoxicating as it is off-putting. The leaf passes and lands, coming to a stop on the sidewalk before her and a looming, ominous structure that the little girl is clearly afraid to pass- two symbols to represent the season, calling equal attention to the beauty and innocence inherent within it as well as the death and decay so synonymous with the months leading into winter’s icy grasp.
Her tricycle carries her bumping along the sidewalk below as she greets the day and embraces the swaths of autumn which have bathed her neighborhood in the vibrant colors that accompany the conclusion of life’s brilliant, but brief, cycle. Removed from its source of life, it’s carried to its resting place with elegance and grace, all the while accompanied by the wavering tonalities of a young girl’s carefree song. A single leaf, painted with diminishing hues of brown, red and orange clings to its branch for a moment before detaching in the wind and becoming another passenger of the fall season’s blustery channels.
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