I’m not a horror movie watcher. Never have been, never will be. Here’s my tolerance meter for such things: The Sixth Sense is about as scary as I’ll go. Which means I don’t go very far.
But sometimes I like to pretend I’m brave. Like when I was little and my sister – who could watch a horror flick, turn off the lights, go to bed, and enjoy a peaceful night’s sleep (I never understood any of that) – watched Poltergeist (1982). My wise mother didn’t allow me to watch such things because, well, she’s my mom and she KNEW me.
So, I “accidently” watched it with my sister. Which really means, she watched it and I was in the room playing “not paying attention.” That’s not how I described it to mom because she of course found out about it when I couldn’t go to sleep. I had to spill the beans in a victim-total-innocent sort of way. My poor sister got in trouble.
At any rate, this movie was the reason why I could not fall asleep with the tv on. Until I was in my late thirties or early forties. That’s right. That was the big takeaway from this movie for me. Don’t fall asleep with the tv on. Did I see the remake? Uh, no. I chose to not even watch the commercials.
And while we’re on the topic of movies that messed with my head, I have to give credit to another flick. The Mummy (1999) is the reason I’m always a little nervous when I have to look away from a mirror for a second.
What movies have gotten into your head?