Stinkin’ Banshee

Warning: I’m in a bad place right now.

If any of you are considering purchasing the 1959 hit "Darby O'Gill and the Little People" for a St. Patty’s day surprise for your children… be forewarned that the "G-rating" on the back of the movie stands for:
"Going to need therapy.”.

It looked innocent enough. Walt Disney movie…Sean Connery….  little leprechauns in a friendly battle with an old Irishman- old movie. Doesn’t it look sweet and fun??

 

 

 

Apparently Disney producers deemed it appropriate to scare the living shit out of children – even back in 1959.  (Don’t judge me for my choice of words. In my dialect- “Poop” is what children do. “Poo” is what adults do. “Crap” is what animals do. And “shit” is what happened tonight during the Banshee scene. That’s right…there was a banshee….there was a panic attack…and then came the shit.

 

“THE BANSHEE!!! THE BANSHEE!! CHECK MY CLOSETS!! WHAT IF THERE IS A LEPRECHAUN IN THERE! WHAT IF A BANSHEE COMES?? I'M AFRAID MOMMY!!! DON’T LEAVE ME IN HERE ALONE!!!! MOOOOOOOOMY!!!!!!! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMY!!!”

Yes, I am an idiot. Had I researched this movie BEFORE I purchased it, I would have read these few gems of information.

• Darby traps the Leprechaun King by getting him so drunk that he doesn't notice the sunrise which strips him of his powers until the next sunset

 

• The  Banshee appears, heralding Katie's death and sending a DEATH COACH to carry her soul off to the land of the dead.

 

 

• Michael fights Pony at the pub; getting his just revenge by clubbing him on the head, dragging him to the Main House on the estate, and pouring whiskey all over him to make him appear drunken and incompetent. Michael soundly thrashes Pony and knocks him cold, with several well-placed punches; much to the delight of Darby and the other pub patrons and staff.

 

Ironically, despite my best efforts to make this an awesome day, it turns out that I suck as a mother.

Tom was gone to a meeting and I was upstairs bathing Bryce during the Banshee death coach scene. By then it was too late. The damage had been done.

Yet another nomination for mother of the year. As a wise man once said, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions”.

 

p.s.- the worst part of all of this – that I failed to include…was that this was NOT a gift from “me”. The kids hunted for their St. Patrick's “Pot of Gold” – that the “leprechaun left them”. This movie was one of his gifts. That’s like the Easter Bunny filling your eggs with rabbit pellets – the tooth fairy   leaving a decomposed mouse under your pillow – or Santa stuffing your stocking with a shrunken head.

 

Tom and I brainstormed this morning and told the kids that the Leprechaun is ticked off because he has little man syndrome – and sometimes does ornery things…like leaving scary movies for children.

I’m not sure that helped the situation.

Feeling a litte bit deeper in the hole.