|See? Horror end lights...|
So what is it I mean exactly? Lemme e'splain...
So I asked my son (he didn't order it either—she of the ordering had a date that night, being more popular and teenagerly than the other members of my home) and he agreed to watch it with me...
And darned it if I didn't learn something about myself.
The Strangers is about a couple who has been to a wedding. He's proposed and she's said no, but they are sort of drunk and it's too far to drive, so they are staying at his parents' vacation house... that he has all decorated for the celebration that is now very awkward... they are both there, but a little estranged and sad...
|Yeah, crack the curtain and see THAT...|
And it was definitely scarey.
Now I am definitely a horror READER, and sometimes I love horror movies... but I'd never stopped to think about the WHY of it before. I didn't LIKE this one... WHY NOT???
This wasn't unduly gory, which is one of my reasons I was already aware of.
The victims weren't idiots doing stupid stuff that made me want to scream at them (another tried and true irritant)
This scared the poo outa me (not literally, thankfully) because IT COULD HAPPEN and I couldn't say to myself, “well there aren't really sickos out there who might put masks on”.
I thought about horror movies I DO like, and they all involve a suspension of belief... maybe it's something I sort of believe in (ghosts, psychic powers, telepathy) but there is a level of deniability... I would have a legitimate, non-nonsensical claim to say 'that's not real'.
It just isn't possible to say there is no such thing as sociopaths. Or Masks don't exist.
The suspension of belief allows me to turn the dumb thing OFF when I am ready to not be scared any more.
It leaves me with some CONTROL.
And you know what I remembered... My favorite horror author is Peter Straub. I especially love his mind-bendy time-jump stuff... and I like his spirits that seem to jump bodies through time... His only book I really didn't like was an abduction/rape plot... because it could have happened... it was too horrible...
|My favorite scary book|
This is a little ironic, as I've written rape scenes, but not in books that are sustained constant horror...
So there you have it... My limit to horror love... I need to be able, on some level, to say 'that couldn't really happen'... which even in something like The Blair Witch Project, as much as I sort of believe that's possible, I can still allow that it's POSSIBLE that it's NOT possible..,
So there you have it. Me being schizophrenic on delusional Thursday.
What about you? Are you a horror fan? All of it? Some of it? None of it? Books but not movies? Movies but not books?