ontheedgeofeverything

I’m a self-proclaimed horror movie buff. You likely already knew this based on how often I review scary flicks and discuss the supernatural realm in general, but in case you forgot I thought I would subtly remind you yet again.

Since we’re conveniently on the topic now, I’d like to draw your attention to the fact that, in my opinion, there are two distinct categorizations when it comes to the types of horror movies. There’s slasher flicks, which can be extremely gory, and then there’s actual scary movies which enforce a sense of fear into the viewer while watching it.

Personally, I’m not a fan of slasher movies. I struggle to understand what the appeal is in a movie that depicts people being butchered or dying in gruesome ways, but I’m not here to judge. If that’s what blows your skirt up, I’m happy for you. I am a fan, however, of scary movies. Ones that get you on the edge of your seat with your hands and jaw clenched because you can’t stand the suspense.

Call me crazy, but I enjoy being scared while watching horror movies. If a movie has the ability to instill fear in those who watch it, you know it’s done well. And I’m not referring to things popping out of the darkness and filling your screen, potentially forcing some of us to change our underwear. I’m referring to a climax of anticipation and suspense with a sense of foreboding that fills you with dread as you watch a plot unfold in front of you.

That’s the shit I live for. Not gore, but true terror.

I’m not exactly sure what my movie preferences say about me as a person, but I’m not going to dwell on it. For me, there’s a significant difference between a movie being scary and a movie being disgusting, and I believe one takes precedence over the other.