As a general rule, I do not enjoy horror movies. Wellll.... that's putting it mildly. I'm a big, fat chicken when it comes to scary movies. I remember hiding under a coffee table when the Thriller video came on. Now, I don't mind suspenseful, dangerous movies -- action movies with an edge are okay. But those creepy, supernatural, diabolical movies - I'm so out of there. I start looking for excuses to get up... something to drink, a bathroom break, is that the baby I hear? Anything. One thing that truly gets under my skin is a slow motion scene with a child singing a nursery rhyme, or a music box playing... or an empty, creaking merry-go-round ... You definately won't see me till that scene is over, if you see me at all. I will conveniently occupy myself with an important load of laundry or phone call. I'm such a sissy. And not very subtle, I know.
But, lots of people don't like those movies, right? (RIGHT??) So that's not really my confession. My confession is that this heebyjeebyness affects my physical ability to do certain things. I still won't say "Bloody Mary" to a mirror three times. I really can't make myself do it! I know that's childish, but I just can't force myself. Amy knows that I can't stand for anyone to wag their finger at me and say "Red-Rum" either. (she's so mean about that) And that tape from "The Ring"? No way would I ever watch it. Nope. Not gonna do it.
Okay, well that's it. I'm grown, and I'm a scaredycat.
Hmmm... oh, I love a good scary movie... specially with the lights out and somebody to sit close to and keep me from falling on my head at the parts i jump sky high over... but... and here's the key... it has to be a scary movie about something that's not possible... things I don't believe are real don't scare me scare me... they just scare me...
on the other hand... horror movies terrify me... and i define horror movies as movies about things that could possibly be... like murderers and killers... and stalkers... and crazy "red rum" kinds of things... and demonic stuff... give me kangaroo jack any old day over those kinds... (i'll go hide under the table with you... cause i don't need any nightmare ammunition in my head... )
love you...
Posted by: Aunt Vickie at August 20, 2003 05:43 PMHey, don't feel bad. I'm not partial to horror movies either. In fact (don't tell anybody this) Sixth Sense kinda freaked and creeped me out... Sometimes though I just take a breath and assume a nonchalant attitude decide that 'this isn't scary at all,' and then I come out with my hair still on.
Posted by: Charisa at August 21, 2003 02:25 PM