I was a child insomniac.
I was also a teen insomniac, and an adult one, and now I
just sort of think of the first two-three hours of every night as ‘bored
daydreaming time,’ but that's beside the point. When I was a kid, it took me
forever to fall asleep, and that meant that if there was anything, anything at
all, going on in the rest of the house, I was there.
I
want you to understand that my parents did not set out to watch movies
about gigolos with a five-year-old; it was just really hard to keep said five-year-old in her room if you had a movie on. Far better to let her sit there
on the carpet and fall asleep in front of the TV.
Only sometimes she didn't. Fall asleep I mean. Because a man
in a cowboy hat who wanders around a city doing strange things in the company
of a short man who coughs is perplexing, and perplexing things require attention.
My parents watched a number of movies which were perplexing, mostly because of
Trevor the film snob. Trevor the film snob would come to visit from Burlington
or Hillsborough or Mebane or wherever he was from; there would be some kind of special
dinner with actual meat in it; I would go to bed; and Trevor and my parents would
watch perplexing movies. Which is when the whole 'go to bed' thing went all to hell.
They weren't all that much fun, these movies. People had boring conversations, hit each other, got
angry for no particular reason, walked around all wobbly for no particular
reason (I was as yet unfamiliar with the concept of drunkenness), and traveled
places on buses or in taxis or on trains, all things that we did not do in
Saxapahaw. But the one that really stuck with me, enough that I tried to
remember the name so I could someday find out what was going on, was Midnight
Cowboy.
At first it seemed to be a Western. With chewing gum, which I didn't think Westerns generally had. Then it wasn't Western anymore, and there were a lot of streets crowded with people who yelled. Then the short guy went to sleep on a bus and didn't wake up.
I didn't learn the actual plot of the movie until I was
well into my twenties. You know the basic story, either because you are
terribly sophisticated and watched it or because you read the synopsis on
Wikipedia—young guy leaves the rural west with a
strange idea that he can survive in New York by sleeping with older rich women,
fails to find said rich women, and ends up first being cheated and later
mentored by a sickly
Dustin Hoffman.
So I finally discovered what this strange collection of random
images was actually about, which then led to another perplexing thing: I swear I remember a scene in this movie where Jon Voight strangled an old man with a
phone. Apparently there isn't one.
A number of impoverished psychiatrists are probably clicking over to the About section right now to find my contact info; honestly though, I'm fine. I found whole phone-strangulation incident disturbing, but not as horrifying
as you might think. I wasn't one hundred percent certain what I'd seen, and I
think it was a couple of years before I realized there was any death involved. At the time, I'm not sure I knew strangulation was a way you could die.
My father doesn't remember ever watching a movie where
someone was strangled with a phone. He further insists that he would not
have allowed me to watch a movie where someone was strangled with
a phone.
On that point I'm inclined to agree with him. I wasn't even allowed to watch most cartoons.
This suggests I may have watched this particular movie in secret, from the dark
of the hallway, or maybe it was at someone else's house? I really can't see my friends' parents showing snuff films to children either, but I know I saw it somewhere.
All this is also beside the point. The point is, what movie was
this perplexing strangulation in? I know it wasn't Midnight Cowboy.
But I know I saw it. What movie? What was it? This just keeps bothering me.
I've asked around, as much as one can without getting strange looks. I've tried Googling 'phone strangulation movie scene.'
I don't recommend that last.
Do you, dear nonexistent reader, do you have any idea what
this movie was? Lonely old man invites drifter up to his apartment, drifter
demands money, old man dithers, drifter strangles him with telephone receiver?
That's the receiver, mind, not the cord. The internet psychos are all about phone-cord strangulation. Such a cliche. Trevor the film snob would not approve.