I’ve never understood horror movies. How can you sit down with a bowl of popcorn and watch someone get chased by a maniac with a chainsaw. To me the idea of watching a movie is to take a break from the real world, a nice break, a movie should carry me away to . . . Austenland let’s say, not Freddy Kruger’s Elm Street.
My introduction to Scary movies began when I was about twelve. My friend and I had gone to a showing of a light-hearted comedy, and as a Halloween bonus the theatre was treating us to – The Omen. Wow! Free movie, so we eagerly sat through one of the scariest movies ever made (I haven’t seen very many) and I have never recovered.
My chicken heartedness precedes me when I enter rooms with T.V.s on. “Don’t come in Mom, you won’t like this movie.” “This is scary Mom, don’t watch.” They know me well. Alas, this is coming from one who was terrified by the witch in Wizard of Oz, and didn’t sleep for a week after watching Alfred Hitchcock’s, The Birds. I won’t even tell you what happened after that Haley Jo Osmet movie about seeing dead people.
In conclusion, I am not one who enjoys being frightened. Give me Sound of Music any day.The Hills are Alive! Now there’s a scary thought.