I love horror movies. Not torture porn, mind you. Not Hostel or Saw. But honest to goodness real horror movies. Movies like The Shining and Amityville Horror and The Exorcist and Rosemary's Baby.
When I was growing up, there was a video store in our tiny, rural town. The summer between my junior and senior years, my best friend and I would walk down first thing in the morning and rent a horror movie. We would bring it home, watch it, and then turn around and take it back a couple of hours later. The guy who owned the store was a distant (distant) relative ... and once we rented that first movie, he would let us come in and "swap" it for another one ... over and over until the store closed. We might watch three or four ... maybe even five ... in one day. By the end of the summer, we'd watched every horror movie in his store ... twice.
Fast forward ... I married someone who hated horror movies. In fact, hate isn't an adequate word. He loathed them ... refused to be in the room while they were on. He claimed his mother took him to see the Exorcist when he was six. Assuming that story is true, I guess having a thing about demons and possessions and such is understandable ... assuming it's true.
In any case ... I digress. The point is ... I haven't gone to the movies to see a horror movie in fifteen years ... until today! Today Stoney and I went to see The Conjuring. Holy crap ... I am such a pussy.
We went to an early show and J met us at the theater. I'd decided that I was going to be cool. I had a plan ... if anything scared me, I was going to shut my eyes and act like everything was all good. That plan didn't last long. Within the first five minutes you hear the story of a creepy doll named Annabelle ... and I was hanging onto Stoney's arm for dear life.
Sometimes I didn't even realize I was reacting ... until I felt his hand rubbing my leg in an, "It's alright" way. When I felt that, I would calm down a bit ... try to relax ... until the next scene found me trying to burrow in behind him to hide. You would think that would be embarrassing, right? No ... I'm pretty sure I shrieked out loud during the suicide maid scene. That, my friends, is embarrassing.
It was a fun movie. It's not going to win an Oscar or anything ... but seeing as how it's the first horror movie I've seen in this century, it was pretty darned good! I'm sure hoping Stoney doesn't lose a limb over it though ...
Waking from the dead of night
Vengeance is boiling
He's returned to kill the light
Then when he's found who he's looking for
Listen in awe and you'll hear him
Bark at the moon
Ozzy Osbourne - Bark at the Moon