How about a horror story?
And was there ever a better horror story than The Hound Of The Baskervilles? It not only has all the basics it invented the basics: a vast fortune at stake with its new heir being stalked by an ancient curse, dramatic tension from get-go, murder by paranormal means, a quirky country doctor as interlocutor, escaped convict dying horribly running from the monster come to life while even the Butler and his wife hide a dark secret and what a setting: a vast lonely moor, spooky old manor house, ancient prehistoric stone rings on lonely windswept hillsides, fog at night, the Great Grimpen Mire. .
And thankfully, it’s missing all the 21st Century Hollywood essentials: modern special effects, some version of Xena The Warrior Princess eclipsing all the men in hand to hand combat, the lovable “Gay Next Door”, an evil Republican CIA or maybe an evil White Man or an evil giant corporation polluting some sacred mountain, sacred beach, sacred tree or sacred river and of course the sub-plot of a Black hero maybe in silver wraparound sunglasses or long gray dreadlocks. No happy little pet dog, hip hop children, no tattoos, no heroic environmentalist and no airplane crashes.
Hound puts that Hollywood tackiness and politically correct froth in the shade. It’s a STORY. It’s only agenda is to entertain you – Black, White, Gay, Straight, Christian, Jew, Agnostic, Young, Old, Male, Female Tall or Short, Tattooed Or Blank. It’s a STORY.
Have your kids read the extremely well written book, they’ll love you for helping them master one of Arthur Conan Doyle’s worlds. Then on a dark winter night when a storm is rattling the shutters outside make a mound of popcorn, you and your wife gather the little guys all together on the couch under a blanket, turn the lights off and watch the original black and white 1939 movie with Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes and Nigel Bruce as Doctor Watson.
You can even do it all over again thirty years in the future with your grandchildren.
It’s hard to get better than that my friend.