I’m a little late on the Halloween season thing. Given the latest circumstances on this blog, you can see why. But before the calendar turns over and into November, I wanted to share at least four horror movies that messed me up as a child. And a few of them I can more or less take as an adult (well I do have a hard time watching the unedited Candyman, anyway). But that aside, my mom watched these movies. Whether she rented them our bought them, I would watch them with her and turn around and asked to watch them on my own. I have to give it to her taste, considering what we had to work with in our apartment in the late 80’s early 90’s. And I kind of feel lucky I got to experience these types of movies, because that’s where my love of the horror genre originated. Granted I was obsessed with Jason Voorhees and Freddy Kruger as well.
But let’s get going on the list. Most of you know the set-up and can look up whatever is missing. Therefore, I’m just going to try to explain why any of the given movies almost messed me up.
Night of the Living Dead was a movie I would pop into the VHR on my own time. It really was one of those films I wouldn’t just watch–but also study. Each time I watched, there was always something new that I hadn't noticed any other time.
But anyway, I would watch this movie asking myself these things:
1. Could this one day be possible?
2. What would it take for me to survive?
And most of all…
3. I refuse to stop watching this movie until I can make sense of how this is happening!
