Pandora’s “Box”, although actually a pithos or a jar, could have been secured by a proper lock had one been available. As this myth presents many an evil bequeathed to the body of earth and its inhabitants, we’ve decided to put-a-lock-to those other fictional scenarios which might have turned out much more dull had the lock(s) not been in place! Lets explore a film without locks.
The Shining
A ropy haired Jack Nicholson is ambling through a house with an axe. A bathroom door is locked. Inside there is a woman stuck in a window. She’s trying to squeeze herself outside and flee a killer. She gives up, the killer begins hacking up the door in order to murder the woman. You remember the line which comes from the maniacal face, “Here’s Johnny!” Well, without the build up, the axe taking slice after slice out of the door (being that the door was locked) this famous scene would never have happened. For instance: The murderer enters. He is very collected. They munch down cheesecake, drink a hot coffee and forget about the whole thing. Let’s call it a misunderstanding. I didn’t really know those screams were coming from the bathroom where you were hiding. You see with all the snow outside I thought it’d be good to start a fire. Call the little boy inside before he gets sick. I love you too.
The Walking Dead
When the zombie apocalypse absorbs King County, Georgia the show’s cast of characters bounce around from homes to trailers, to barn houses, etcetera; but, eventually they decide to settle in where else, but a place with the most security (locks) that could or should prevent slack-jawed southern zombies from flesh feasting. They end up in a jail. Who would have thought? It helps having bars over your windows and impenetrable cement walls that can’t put splinters in the tongue. It’s obvious that without the themes of security this show wouldn’t be a show at all. There’d just be nothing to chew on.
Home Alone
Nobody can boobytrap a house like Kevin… The entire movie is based on the security of locks, and forgetting your child existed. Who could blame the kid for setting up nails that coldly insert like molasses into the arch of one’s foot? In any case, if all those doors were open wide, we wouldn’t have gotten such a thrill from the cheesiest pizza humans have ever seen, laughed at woof girlfriends or heard firecrackers in an orange pasta pot that sound like a Thompson drum magazine.