"Wimp Kid" Movie

As many teens understand, I cannot watch the movie “Diary of a wimpy kid.” There are some aspects of “why” I can’t physically or mentally watch it.

• ·         I get very nervous.

• ·         Must use the bathroom just to get away from it.

• ·         & Anxiety attacks.

You may ask me the truth about “Why I cannot sit through and watch that movie?”

It is a long story, but it is rational in my mind.

You see, I was born with autism, which can affect my attention span and cause me to have breakdowns occasionally.  But that isn’t the point here.

I always sort of hated movie’s, even before that point. There’s something about it that I have an understandable explanation of sorts.

The Only memory I have is when I was traumatized by a scene in “Meet the Robinsons” Movie. Which is the scene where the villain makes a Tyrannosaurus Rex come back to life and attacks the main characters. That would sound ridiculous to some people, but I have another memory from a different instance of trauma, where I saw that one scene from the episode from Hey Arnold Called “Part Time Friends.” That scene where Arnold has a nightmare about him and His friends having an argument on the bus, while their elder. The scene will then pan to Arnold’s elder grandpa mocking them, sitting on the bus with them. He then says something, and that’s when his jaw falls off.

That’s another scene I can remember from the media that traumatized me as a kid. That was in 2003 when I was 5 years old. And after that and many other experiences, I never wanted to really watch any movies/television shows again.

I don’t really understand why I made that decision. It could’ve been that my autism had come into play, and had swooped in to protect my brain from further trauma.

From 2014 to 2022, I only really watched more innocent, light-hearted shows, and absolutely no movies. At-least no shows with random vile and fucked up shit out of nowhere. I didn’t like “shit your pants nightmare” bullshit. I did watch Arthur, and Bluey a while later, but that was it for the longest time.

I watched Arthur for nearly 6 years straight, and when that was cancelled, I started watching Bluey.

I don’t really understand the biology of my personality, would I be like this.

But you know how I said my decision was “Rational?”
Unfortunately, this will be the time I “exile” the fears from my body.

It was November the 23rd, 2012. I remember that date with outer surrealism. Yeah, I know, Because I reminisce about writing that date on my school laptop for an “morning roll-call forum.” Yeah, it sounds strange but wait until you take a step into my classroom at the time.

It was full of aortic loud kids, middle aged paras screaming at the top of their longs, and teachers not understanding of a simple “food-aversion” Is.

Yep, I “was” in a special needs classroom. A very badly planned-out/handled classroom.

There were no separations depending on Disability programs or “IEP” of a student, and the teachers mostly taught the students such unwillingness and Utter malice. The classroom teacher tried her best, but the school hadn’t given the good enough funding for this “Special needs” branch of the school.

So, I was stuck with going here, since I had a disability.

In-fact, this was my parent’s idea to have me go here in the first place.

Good thing they pulled me out of that School later, otherwise I would've rotted in depressive defeat.

Since our needled-noose teachers loved to give us “Fun-Activities” on Fridays, we were given the opportunity to watch a Movie in the afternoon. Now, I had already been punched 3 times at the makeshift “Playground” out back (The School had no interest in giving us one) by a mentally and logically disabled kid. We had gotten into a brief altercation after playing a game of “Play with cardboard firearms improved by random hippie hobos.” And after I threw the poorly crafted cardboard handgun at him, not even striking him, things went from 10 to 200 when he suddenly flew into a brief 2 second rage and pounded me 3 times.

After I fell to the ground with a thud, some other uneducated broken kids Made the situation worse by yelling at the chubby disabled kid with honest anger, he then lunged at them and attacked them as well.

It had ironically turned into a full out brawl, when tables with makeshift cardboard pottery for a disabled girl's “tea party” were thrown.

Basically, it turned into a brawl, something of the sorts right out of a 92 LA Riots documentary, except there were no Molotov’s being thrown and the whole shebang.

The fat fuck teachers only intervened when shit got bad, which just shows how terrible they were as an educator, and I lied on the ground hurt and crying as they attempted to halt this “Mini revolution.”

After that whole entire ordeal happened, I’m pretty sure some students got suspended, and maybe a few others got ISS. As a result of that, we ended up having less faces show up in the next few days. That included me, but that’s for later.

In the end, I was fucking tried and done with this bullshit. But guess what?

They still gave us a reward, which was watching a mother fucking movie.

I don’t need to get into how fucking pissed and dead inside me and the other students were, so I’ll just get started with the juice of this “Nightmare.”

We sat down, and as a man in his 40s turned the projector on, we were greeted by some terrible looking site, which some broken students called out as “Cool!”

It was obvious that the low paid teacher had decided to go onto some crappy website from the late 2000s to give us what “we” wanted.

And as I saw the page to the “Diary of a wimpy kid” Movie, I was hopeless and unwilling to watch this.

“Oh no.”, I whispered. “Not this fucking movie.”

I was completely right on my predictions, but not in the way you think.

To be quick and short, the movie’s page was just a shitty made website, with the thumbnail and description Copied and pasted onto the screen, with a large orange “Play” button.

She moved her mouse to the scare shape and clicked it.

The movie was not what we were expecting. But the main thing is that it wasn’t even the movie we were pressured into believing it was. It was an entirely different movie, and I liked it, that was until the ending part, but I won’t explain that yet.

The movie started out as some mid budget 2000s drama film. Faded in with the backstory of the main character, and how he was/being raised.

I enjoyed this part. It showcased this baby boomer father teaching his red-haired son how to be successful in music production. He taught his own flesh and blood how to make This genre of music from scratch. And not before long “At least in movie length” the kid is now a Teen, and it showcases a neat cut scene.

It showed the kid entering a garage. He sat down on his band's set and started recording on a CD. We then see a montage of him playing a Country/Rock song, all by himself.

We see him using cool contraptions and mechanisms to keep musical instruments playing, and we were surprised by this scene.

Besides that, the song he performed was pretty good. Heck, I couldn’t even do something like that. After that scene had faded out, it then showed up walking up to some mid-teenage girls, and then started to play the same song he had recorded, which attracted their attention.

It shows the girl's expression as they look at the main protagonist. Their expressions seem joyful at first, but as the song progresses, their expression changes from Frilled to what I could say is a Deep boredom.  

Once it ended, the boy lowered his recorder and looked at them.

“Did you like it?”

The Girls apparently dismisses his song, and say’s that it is boring. The other blond hair girl then says

“We’re sorry, but We’re leaving”, in a bossy girl voice.

As they began to walk away, a convertible with an Older boy in biker attire, slowly driving past the sidewalk, playing a country pop sort of song. As this plays, the audio plays out, and it then cuts to the boy with a blank expression. The camera pans towards his body, but then shifts to the left.

That scene cross-fades to the same boy, now running down the sidewalk. The camera angle is a top-down view, showing him running down the sidewalk, carrying his Recorder. He was wearing a bag over his head,I assumed that he was trying to hide his feelings.

At this time, that same pop song from earlier is at its near climax, with its intense level reached.

We see the boy running for about a quarter of a minute, before the camera pans up into the sky, revealing the title.

“Wimp Kid”

Those words were written and big yellow words, and would Barry itself into our minds, forever. Unfortunately, at the same time, one of the Paras in our classroom got a message on their cell phone. Apparently, another mentally disabled kid was having a huge breakdown, and was throwing and breaking stuff in the hallway.

Since they had no other things to do, they all got up and left the dim classroom, leaving an obese hairy man to keep us in check. But all he did was slump down on his desk, resting his head on his hands, and falling asleep.

What a shame. I really got to give it to the teachers of my former classroom. They single handedly showed their terrible work performance in the industry, right to our faces several times, and got away with it. And guess what? They never were reprimanded and were given breaks at the same time as a “present” from the school board.

Maybe I could feel bad for them. Maybe they didn’t know that this movie we were watching was innocent, basing off the first part of the film. But they were the ones who also pretty much went to a Knock-off movie website and forced us to watch shit that they hadn’t reviewed. So maybe, they were little idiots after all.

Either way, as the Chubby man in the back snored, we continued watching the film.

At that moment, some of us were still laughing from the fact that we had all just got duped, and we were all watching a stupid spoof movie or some bullshit like that.

But things were going to get a lot worse.

After the camera had stayed on the title for almost 30 seconds, the scene faded until the boy reached his house.

It showed a front facing view shot, of him walking towards his home, when he takes mask off quite violently.

His face was red with sweat and possibly emotions, his eyes were red, tears dripping down his face were visible.

It was shocking for some of us, not just the brief scare cord playing after he ripped the bag off his head, it was that it looked like I and my other friends were looking at someone who is Red with hatred, sadness, and a feeling of complete rejection and dismissal. He looked like he was about to scream at a serial killer, who killed someone he loved so dearly.

“Golly! what an emotional man he is.”, I exchanged in my head.

Suddenly, the camera cut from in front of him, to behind him. He then reached the door and in a split second, he swung the door open, with a loud “Slam!”, hitting the wall.

He entered the house, the screen panning above him, the soundtrack is now changed to a stock dramatic theme.

The boy then walks in his house, his fist filled with rage. He then walks over to the couch and sits down. He plants his face into his palms and begins to sob.

The sobby sounded cheesy, like it was almost like it was another stock sound, mixed with sniffles of the protagonist noose. Some of us laughed at this scene because of how stupidly unreal it looked, but I sat in silence. I just didn’t feel right.

I felt like I was in some sort of situation where I couldn’t be bothered to be shown scenes that would normally only make others be annoying. But I was going to have to face it. A thing I wasn’t going to face was the scenes and plot that would follow afterwards.

The boy cries for a minute, but then the scene suddenly just cuts out. Like completely. I don’t understand why, but I swear to God. I thought I heard a clicking sound when the screen went pitch black, though it was only faintly hearable.

The screen didn’t stay black for long, because it cut to a new scene.

This scene wasn’t like the others. The resolution was altered to the point it was rectangle, like the cameramen were recording with a phone. The Quality was largely reduced, also giving that 2007 iPhone vibes. the FPS was now worse than before, for seconds you couldn’t tell if the recording was static or what.

The person who was recording this had a bad grip, because you could see the scene sometimes slit back and forth, and some parts were blurred by a motion blur when if the phone had slipped only a little out of the invisible user’s hands, and due to the poor recording quality, it make it look worse.

The low-Quality shot showed the same boy, still crying. But he wasn’t making any sounds, but that couldn’t be entirely possible, because the audio was distorted, and you could clearly hear the background noise breezing through the speakers.

This went on for what seemed like 10 minutes, maybe even more. It was just the same thing, it wasn’t in the sleep. The silence was also amplified by the loud snoring of the only teacher in the classroom.

I could only feel a feeling of dread, like if it was some strange Realization of the fact “I’m not supposed to be here.”

Those were the vibes I was getting, I felt like I was not supposed to be here, and I needed to just drop out of the class and go home.

But I didn’t want to anger and rile up any teachers or mean students who either weren’t trained enough to learn the simple basics of being kind or barked at by a kid with a speech impediment saying “HEY! DON’T DO THAT IDIOT!!!!”, And I’m not being a jerk saying that.

I was supposed to be sitting, no matter what my consciousness said.

Did you hear when I said, “Kids are being riled up?”

Well, they were really starting to be rile up, with no teachers to react after 30 seconds or principle to check up on us, they started to be idiots and start to fuck around.

Some unmatured girls started to chase each other around, knocking shit over. A black boy suddenly touched another kid in the armpit, in some fucked up perverted way, he tickled the other kid’s armpit, and the other student he was teasing had every right to bop him right in the face.

While the black and white kid (Both with major issues) Yelled their heads off at one another, another kid (Probably with some sort of Symptoms of ADHD) Started to stack desks, he wasn’t even being sneaky. Eventually after 2 minutes, he had stacked 4 desks and had caused several crashes and bangs in the process.

Not even alerting some of the casual students, who were sitting on the floor right in front of the whiteboard.

Eventually I start crying, and from now things start getting blurry.

I Then saw the same old cell phone footage, but it was no longer in the living room, it was in a hallway, and there was a loud man screaming like crazy inside the hidden rooms, it echoed throughout the entire hall, echoing through the classroom.

The sound of objects being thrown, smashed, and destroyed started to sound throughout the corridor, and that’s when the cameraman made a terrible mistake.

He walked to the 4 doorways and peaked into one of them. And there he was, the red-haired Teen. His shirt was missing, and he was now wearing Black pajamas. He was also barefoot while he was screaming, smashing his dozens of Music albums in CD Cases with a sledgehammer. The hammer had a visible yellow handle. The camera was now starting to shake, making the screen blurry as it vibrated.

All the sudden, the Boy stops screaming, he then turns around. His face is red with anger and embarrassment, and he has visible white scratches on his chest and face.

I knew it. The teen loud out a horrific scream of utter pain, as he runs towards the camera man. The screen is shaking violently, and I cover my eyes in complete terror.

But I did peak, unfortunately. The camera cuts out right before the man gets to the person filming the madness, and it then cuts to the camera laying upright, facing the ceiling. The sound of loud punting, followed by a screaming. The screaming then just stops, as the enraged kid starts to presumably bash the crap out of the cameraman. He is now whaling.

 “I’m Sorry”, The boy croaks out, “I hate music.”

The Kid Turned murderer continues to speak.

“Music failed me, Mother failed me, I failed myself.”

As he continues to bash and replay blow after blow, onto the unconscious man, He says more.

“This Is F__KING Terrible!” he shouts out, repeating the last word, whaling.

At this point in my life, I just see myself, my autistic self, Crying, Screaming. This was too much.

But I was awaken when the loud banging stopped. I was greeted right in the face, by the man on the tv swinging his Sledgehammer down onto the iPhone. I wasn’t going to suspect that all this murder had occurred, because the next scene started up.

It showed dash-cam footage, yeah, right. Fucking dash-cam footage, of the 2 girls (Plus 2 more) talking to the punk dude in the convertible.

The Car was parked a little bit behind the convertible, and it seemed innocent enough. But then, that same boy came around.

He came from the hill on the other side of the road, from the trees. This little prick boy is now wearing a black leather coat and is wearing black glasses and a beanie on his head.

I can only recognize him from his visibly red hair. The quality is now much better, but this doesn’t even make things slightly better.

He then pulls out an object with a handle. This time, it’s a handgun.

“No. First the Hammer, and Now This? What the Hell is going on?”

The boy walks over to the others on the right side of the road, he then starts yelling at them, and one of the girl’s starts to Screech, the other girl then walks backwards, and falls under the Punk dude’s convertible.

After a few moments of shouting, the sounds of gunshots rang, as just then, the camera starts moving, it turned out the driver (who’s dashcam was rolling) attempted to drive away, and that’s when the car jolts to a stop, as a sound of glass shattering and a loud “Pop!” sound is heard.

But now, everything just cuts to black. The terrible sounds, the video. It is now all gone. I was relieved that it was finally over. And now in time, a cinematic dramatic chord starts to play, as White Text Slowly Zooms onto the screen.

“Violence is not the answer.” That’s when the teachers arrived back at the classroom. My memory cuts off from there.

In the end, I left that school just 5 months later. I ended up attending my 8th grade semester at my new school, which I consider to be a lot better than what I used to in Indore.

I went to a better alternative school, where they managed things a lot better.

I got my high school diploma in 2018. But I still wonder.

“Why was the footage so realistic in that movie?”

I still don’t understand. The only rational conclusion was that the film was a higher budget but had failed everywhere to tackle the problem with violence.

But either way, I do not believe I’ll be watching that movie any time soon.

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