Voodoo Mom Fail
November 26th, 2012
The fault was mine. I admit it. I broke the number one rule of intentional television consumption: know what you’re watching.
But, in my defense, it was Disney. The Princess and the Frog looked pretty harmless and was rated G – which, as we all know from the helpful ratings posters, means that your small child AND her stuffed giraffe can both enjoy the film safely.
So we made that our choice for Family Movie Night while at my in-laws for Thanksgiving despite having never seen it.
But you know how the saying goes: “It’s all fun and games until the bad guy gets dragged screaming into the gates of hell by a legion of shadow demons.”
No, really. That’s the dramatic finale of the movie.
The villain of the flick is a voodoo guy with connections “on the other side.” His magical power over the other characters derives from a creepy amulet which he refills periodically with blood. He commands a crew of disturbing shadow creatures who skulk around doing his bidding. When our heroine Tiana smashes the amulet, the bad spirits turn on the guy and drag him into tombstone which opens into a gaping maw. Oh, in the midst of that, some weird zombie voodoo dolls pop up out of the graveyard and wander around.
Yeah. That’s family-friendly.
My general sense of unease about allowing my kids to experience this movie blossomed into full-blown mommy guilt when, an hour after being tucked into bed, Miss Mouse appeared downstairs shaking and sobbing incoherently.
My daughter does not have nightmares. Ever. So even though the dream she recounted didn’t seem directly connected to the freaky movie, I absolutely blame it (and thus myself).
As much as I find the Tinkerbell movies somewhat mind-numbing, at least there aren’t really external villains. Tink triumphs over circumstance and her own self-doubt. I’ll take that over demons any day, thanks.