I know I’m probably the last person on the planet to see Gerald Butler’s Phantom of the Opera.
I had a prejudice against Phantom after seeing an older version when I was a kid. I remember being soooo ticked at Christine for leaving the poor Phantom! I just hated the whole “love triangle” thing, being forced to choose. I have a certain expectation for love triangles that most people probably think is pretty whacked. I mean, look at Rose. *wg* Anyway, I wasn’t that excited about seeing the Gerry version. I mean, I like him well enough, but I wasn’t going to rush right out there to see it.
Then at Christmas, my nephew wanted the sheet music for Phantom. I ended up hearing Music of the Night, and even added it to the playlist for Return to Shanhasson toward the end. I loved the song, but it wasn’t DEEP in my head yet.
Thanks to Netflix, I finally decided to get Phantom and watch it. Oh dear. I’ve crossed the point of no return. The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind. I get chills just hearing the overture. His power over me is growing stronger. Literally, my mind feels consumed with the darkness, the image of the tormented man hiding and creating his music. And oh, the end of the movie, where the long-lost ring appears on Christine’s tombstone… *shivers*
So between the Phantom and the Character Clinic, I’m behind on my goals. I’ve watched the movie twice now and I’d really like to watch it one more time before I have to send it back. Right now, I’m cursing the day I did not do all that the Phantom asked of me! Anywhere I go from now on, the Phantom is going to be there, whispering, in the back of my mind.