Let's NOT talk about what happened in the green kitchen

Today at the new(ish)job in the dub room: In addition to hearing Ah-nold repeat "My name is Julius. I'm your twin brother!" over and over again to a Hawaiian shirt-clad Danny Devito, I was forced to sit through the movie Sybil in it's entirety. For those of you who weren't exposed to this profoundly disturbing movie in 6th grade health class by Mr. Mandell, Sybil is story of a multiple personality headcase, played by a super young Sally Field, who attempts to get to the root of her traumatic childhood. Occasionally Fields simply portrays Sybil, muted and confused, a woman unaware of the workings of her complex mental condition. But most of the time Fields bounces back and forth between Sybil's three or four dominant alternate personalties, in different degrees of annoying whine and tantrum.

How does a woman develop twelve personalities that are completely unaware of each others' existence? It probably has something to do with a schizophrenic mother's unnatural use of knives and buttonhooks. (These tools were most likely employed in the green kitchen.) It might have something do do with enemas or the forced holding of a young girl's bladder in the piano room. If you haven't studied the case or seen the film, I'm telling you, you don't want to know - it's fucking traumatizing. I for one, would rather view a hundred made-for-TV movies about teenage bulimia, (preferably starring a post-Full House DJ Tanner, or maybe Tracy Gold?) than suffer through this nightmare of a movie again.