As I’ve gotten older, I’ve more and more come to appreciate that human beings can become used to things that we would never have believed we could. I’ve gotten quite used to life during this pandemic. When I learned that I would be deprived of my beloved movie-going experience it seemed devastating to me. In truth I haven’t been deprived at all. It’s just that the experience has been different than in other years. Only a handful of major studio releases have opened in theaters since early spring (and in fact theaters were closed for several weeks). But I rediscovered my love for the drive-in, and I saw several fantastic independent films, as well as catching some movies that I’d always wanted to see in the theater but missed during their original releases. Like HOCUS POCUS.
In 1993 when the film first came out, I was living through a period of severe depression, having lost interest in everything that I previously loved (and would again). I was in no shape to appreciate this movie. Neither had I ever seen it all the way through. So it was that, this past weekend, I got to watch HOCUS POCUS for the very first time, and in the theater. Just like I would have back in 1993. It was worth the wait. And for any who might be internally grousing right now that I’d focus so much attention on a “kid’s movie”, I submit to you the zombie Billy Butcherson (played by the amazing Doug Jones, back before any of us knew who he was) and the Sanderson Sisters’ vampiric syphoning of the life-forces of little children to retain their youth as qualifiers for this site.