Donnie Darko and the Cruel Ministrations of Old Pediatricians

One of my favorite movies of all time is Donnie Darko. If you haven't seen it, go see it. Unless you're the kind of person who lives for Britney Spears and Hillary Duff, in which case I'm not sure why you're reading this blog anyway.

(Incidentally, the director's cut of this film has been released to theaters (well one in Chicago anyway). It's certainly not worse than the original, but I don't think it's better either)

If you have seen Donnie Darko, you know it's the story of a troubled teenage boy who sees an excruciatingly ugly six-foot rabbit in places where you wouldn't expect to see an excruciatingly ugly six-foot rabbit. (And by that I mean anywhere). In the course of events, this rabbit (Frank) gets shot in the eye.

Now come back 30 years back in time with me. I am 3 years old, at a visit to my heretofore-considered-kindly old pediatrician. I assume he meant the following scene as a fun distraction to a small child who has to get a shot in the arm.

(Doctor draws a large pink rabbit on my arm, and carefully gives the rabbit a single dot for an eye)
Doctor: "Now let's shoot the bunny in the eye!!!"

Well you can imagine what shrieks of horror and dismay issued from my tiny lungs at that point.

So although I love Donnie Darko, I'm forced to relive that shot from my wacked-out pediatrician every time I see Frank. But I guess it's a small price to pay for such a great film. And I'm pretty sure Dr.WeirdAssSenseofHumor has passed on and is no longer shooting bunnies. (Actually if he shot any more after the hissy I threw, he must have been deaf as well as weird)