So, there I was, returning a few films at the Movie Gallery in Saranac Lake, expecting to be in-and-out in a matter of seconds, when some strange force compelled me to start browsing the aisles.
Let's get one thing straight: I am not a browser. My girlfriend can attest to this. When I go to Price Chopper, I'm on a mission. When I go to buy a pair of pants at the Gap, I'm on a mission.
When I go shopping with Jamie, I am also on a mission - I try to act as childish as humanly possible so that Jamie will give me the keys and let me wait in the car. That's because Jamie's style of shopping is the complete opposite of mine. She is usually looking for something unknown, something that could be anywhere in the store, and if it is hiding, it is usually hiding among the handbags or the smelly candles.
So I started perusing the aisles. I scanned every single shelf of the new releases before entering the "central area" of the video store, where the older releases, video games and television series are located. I came to the horror section - my favorite section - and my eyes stopped at the film "It," based on the Stephen King novel of the same name.
And this proved to be the single greatest decision I have ever made in my life. Period. Hands down. Seriously. One word: awesome. Another word: radical. A third word: life-altering (I made it a compound word, so technically it still qualifies as one word).
"It" is not a movie about a killer clown. "It" is about the power of real friendship. "It" taught me that by being loyal to the people I love most, I can go underground and literally beat the crap out of giant spiders, and walk away unscathed.
"It" is proof that if my girlfriend leaves me alone for more than two days at a time, I become extremely impressionable and allow my life to be influenced by early-90s made-for-television movies starring John Ritter.
Welcome back, Jamie!
Chris Morris is the news editor at Denton Publications. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org