Last night I finally buckled down and watched Night of the Living Dead. And boy, wow, what a disappointment.
Let me back up.
I scare easy and hard.
After I first say The Sixth Sense, I went home to my apartment and stood staring in the mirror for a long, long time. And the longer I looked at myself, the more I looked like that ghost girl who vomits on Haley Joel Osment.
I slept with the lights on.
Psycho freaked me out on a sunny day.
I even screamed out loud at The Haunting (1999)!
So last night I decided to watch a film with a reputation as being one of the most frightening ever made. One that is wildly beloved by horror aficionados. I watched alone. In the dark. With a meat sandwich sitting beside me.
George Romero's Night of the Living Dead.
The scariest parts were the sudden cuts to inanimate objects.
Yes, the guy eating the liver was kind of gross, but it wasn't that bad. And I didn't have any trouble sleeping.
A few years back I had a dream where a slashermovie-style killer was trying to get me. However, when he finally caught me, no matter how hard he tried to splatter me across the dreamscape, nothing happened.
In my dream I thought, It is because I have never seen a slasher movie. My mind has no raw material to draw upon.
It's because I have always been too scared to watch such movies.
What have I been scared of?