I don't think I fully understood about Carrie's powers up to that point. I remember gasping when she, covered in pig's blood, looked up and slammed the doors shut with her mind, to the sound of those quick Psycho violin screeches. Then, watching it at 12 years old, what got me was the sound. There's a split screen, and Carrie looks at the lights overhead, and turns them RED- it was the sudden electrical hum of those red lights, Carrie realizes her full power, and what she was going to do with her full power. I swear to God, my heart had been racing right up to that point- but that low pitched hum sound that started when the red lights went on caused a sudden and complete calm come over me.
I sat there and watched Carrie's carnage not with any sense at all of "GET 'EM!" but each time she killed someone, or turned the hose on someone, or made the place go up in flames, I very calmly thought "good." "good." "good." "good." I believe Miss Collins' death shocked me somewhat out of that, but basically that was my feeling until she flipped Chris and Billy's car- what THAT happened, I stood up and CHEERED.
Then the end. I had no idea what was coming. I'd been pretty freaked out by Carrie's mother, and seeing the fire around that INSANE statue of Jesus with the glowing white eyes. Finally the house was gone and we saw Sue's dream. Holy fuck. I must have jumped up ten feet in that bed. Nothing, NOTHING in my life has ever scared me as much as Carrie's hand coming up from those rocks. I sat there soundless, motionless though the credits. Into the preview for the next movie. I was paralyzed with fear. I think maybe after fifteen minutes, I got up the courage to get up from the bed, leave the room and check on my sister.
That is my Carrie story and how wonderful to be COMPLETELY manipulated by a movie in the way a master like Brian De Palma intended. I think there's a short window when we're young, and we understand things, but haven't seen too many movies yet, where you can be so completely manipulated by a director. I also had the pleasure of seeing Psycho at around the same age and Hitchcock did it to me too.
By the way, not sure if any of you would, but please don't feel bad for me about the bullying stuff. As I said above, it basically stopped in high school, and I joined the drama department, did the plays, won awards, ect. I know, a typical story, but whaddaya gonna do?
Oh, and while Carrie's violence was very cathartic for me at the time, on that night in 1982, I've always been non-violent. Never even been in a fight.