It's been a long time since a movie has
pulled more than a couple of minor chills or a cheap jump scare out
of me. I watched a new horror movie last night, hoping that it might
do what so many others have failed to do to my adult psyche lately.
I wanted it to scare me.
I took all the proper steps to immerse
myself in the movie. I watched it in the dead of night, all by my
lonesome, the lights in the house all switched off. Pretty scary
already, right? Well, it would have been if I were ten, but I
haven't been scared of the dark for quite some time. These days, I
tend to be more afraid of microscopic threats—cancer cells,
viruses—than I am by things that are now my size.
The movie I watched? V/H/S/ 2, a
found-footage anthology. I'd seen the original V/H/S/ a few months
ago. The quote on the cover had caught my interest, proudly
proclaiming it as “The scariest, rawest horror movie of the year.”
That movie itself didn't exactly inspire terror in me (and many of
the characters were too misogynistic for me to actually care what
happened to them), but I enjoyed it enough to want to check out the
sequel.
And while I appreciated the
experimental nature of V/H/S/2's segments (and thought they did a much better job of crafting likeable characters than the first film), the only one that gave me
a jump scare or two was Adam Wingard's episode about the man with the
prosthetic eye. The other segments, albeit well-made and
entertaining, were more gruesome and/or silly than they were scary. Of course, depending on your
tolerance for gore, you might have more of a reaction to some of
these other segments than I did. For me, gore often makes
me less afraid of what I'm seeing. Don't get me wrong, I love
R-rated horror, and something about seeing blood on screen does give
me a thrill... (I probably shouldn't admit that, should I?). But it
also makes me think things like, “Hm. Was that CG blood or was
that practical? It looked CG, but I remember in the behind the
scenes from the first V/H/S/ that they said all the blood was
practical.” and so on, and so forth.
Which brings me to the main point of
the post. The movies I saw when I was young—back before I knew how
movies were made, and before I had built up a tolerance for not only
gore, but real-life horrors—those really did a number on me.
The Shining messed with my head when I
was a kid. Frankly, it scared the hell out of me. I couldn't watch
it all the way through, and only built up the courage to try again
when I was in high school. It probably didn't help that the whole
father-trying-to-butcher-the-family thing didn't seem out of the
realm of possibility to me, but that's part of being a kid. Almost
everything seems possible. Almost anything could be out there,
lurking in the shadows, waiting to get you.
In recent years, I thought the
Orphanage (a Spanish-language movie produced by Guillermo Del Toro)
was very effective and had one moment that legitimately unnerved me.
But the scariest movie I'll ever see?
I've already seen it. It's in the rear-view mirror.
And as many lights as I turn off, and
as late as I wait up to watch the newest horror flick, I have a
feeling that's not going to change.
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