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In that movie, his mother was a whore. It's not uncommon for a prostitute to give up her child. And since back then Catholicism reigned, it was against all good sense (to them) to abort or kill the child. So she sends him on down the river like Moses.

Which was stupid.

But then again, Mr. Argento's version as a whole was rather stupid and far-fetched.

Phannish joy for me was finally getting the two-disc soundtrack. ^ ^

I discovered last week that the people I babysit for own a copy of the 1990 version of Phantom of the Opera starring Charles Dance.

The kids are getting awfully sick of watching it, but I couldn't be happier xD I absolutely love Charles Dances interpretation of Erik... whenever I read phanfiction I always have his version in mind.

Last night was the greatest day of my life! I saw "Phantom" on broadway, I had the first 4 seats on the right mezanine, no one was in front of us, and I had a perfect view of the stage! And when Erik was singing "All I Ask of You (Reprise)" and he was one the angel thing, he reached out his hand to the crowd, and it looked a sif he was reaching out to me (*dies*) Oh my God, I wanted to jump onto the stage when Hugh Panaro began crying at the end. *dies again*
You know, I dont cry for movies/plays/anything, but I cried at phantom! heart
Now I know why phans exist *Becomes one*

AND in additioin to my lucky day:
During intermission, my mother and sister went to the bathroom, but me and my grandmother stayed in the seats.
My grandmother leans over and sais: "Hm... Now I remember... I saw the old silent movie of this"
"The Lon Chaney one?"
"Yes. And I also saw the one were they threw acid on his face."
"OMFG Grandma, you rock!"
"And I also read the old book... By who... Um... Gaston Looks or something..."
"Gaston Leurox?"
"Yes... Yes, I read that book."
At that point, I basicaly screamed at the top of my lungs and hugged my grandma.
(I've got a phantom phan in the family!^^)

>>; Haaate.

Moocat = No phan friends or family or teachers or anything.

Moocat = deprived.

Erin = also deprived crying

I just have to post this. There's no getting around it.

Okay, so I had got my mom to drive me to this suburban Borders, just to see if they had the PotP DVD. All my previous attempts to scour the Borders stores (which means, like, two) had been in vain. And I was beginning to worry that I would never get the DVD. I searched high and low on the shelves for it, but to no avail. Then I looked in the computer search thingy. Nothing. It said "order at information desk". So, growing ever more desperate by the second, I resolved to ask at the information desk. I would give my grandmother's phone number, so my mom wouldn't know what I was getting. Still, I was hesitant to ask, because I have this whole problem with being self-concious whenever I have to ask for help finding or ordering something, especially if I like it a lot. But on my way, as I was slowly waalking to the information desk, this guy comes up and asks me if I need help. I say, "Sure. I'm wondering if you have The Phantom of the Paradise." He's like "The DVD or the soundtrack?" I was kind of impressed that he knew what it was. Anyway, he looked it up, and the store had none. Then he asked if I wanted him to search for it in other local stores. I said sure. So he looks it up, and two stores have it. One in another suburb...which basically meant I couldn't get it because of no public transportation, and my my mom definately wouldn't drive out there just to get something. Besides, I was trying to keep what I was buying a secret. But when he said the other location, it was in the downtown area of the city. Which means full of public transportation so I don't have to get my mom to drive me there. I was so happy when he said that location. So now it's being held for me. I'm going down there tomorrow to pick it up. I was trying so hard to stop myself from grinning when he found it there. God, that was so cool.

And on a sidenote, while I'm down there, if I can find them, I'll pick up some fishnets. And put them on. And wear them when I go to get the DVD. In celebration of my triumph. Oh yeah.