I’m not going to sugarcoat it, I’m a massive pussy when it comes to all things scary. Even parts of Harry Potter give me nightmares. So you can think again if you think I’d watch a real horror film. And I’m not talking about Saw and other gross slasher films like Hostel. Gore does not constitute horror. Gore is just fucking disgusting and fucked up. What scares me are ghosts, demons, and crazy psycho murderers chasing you through the woods, desert, …..basically anywhere. If the protagonist is cleaning their teeth in the bathroom mirror and something pops up behind them, I’m done. Too scary. No thank you. Bye bye.
However, if a horror film is particularly well reviewed, I might give in and give it a viewing. I have in the past. After watching The Woman In Black, I realized I could never live alone. The movie, Signs, has made me perpetually nervous around fields landscaped with mazes in them. Don’t even get me started on The Babadook.
I am not sure if any of these scary monsters exist in real life. As a theoretical scientist, I’m designed to leave things that are not officially proven (or disproven), in that weird void of uncertainty. Yes, uncertainty is a scientific phenomenon. You can Google it.
” One of the joys of childhood is you aren’t cognizant you will die at some point. As soon as adulthood hits, most of us deal with the recognition of our mortality by doing everything we can to fucking forget it”