Eh, what the heck. Here’s five more.
I find re-boots to be really frustrating, especially when I’m already a big fan of the original. I still remember the very first time I saw the Spielberg-written and produced 1982 fright flick; I was far too young and just flipping channels at my grandparents’ house. It was already to the part where Diane goes after Carol Anne and the huge hunk of skeleton head snarls at Steve. I later watched the full film a couple years later with my dad and sis, who couldn’t have been older than six at the time. She didn’t even flinch at the scene where that guy peeled his face off, but I couldn’t sleep that night. It’s since become one of my favorite scary movies, so I’m incredibly skeptical as to what an attempted remake can do to the integrity of the original, which already has a real life spooky story to back it up. But the trailer does make it look pretty terrifying and even though I NEVER see horror movies in the theater, I feel like this will be one that I just have to bring myself to sit through.
I was never one for scary movies growing up. I just didn’t see how they were fun or enjoyable, all that jumping and shrieking at something you knew wasn’t real, yet had the power to creep into your dreams at night. I also don’t like too much blood and gore, although I did manage to sit through a majority of the SAW films. I preferred my Halloween movies to be more along the lines of Hocus Pocus or that Christina Ricci Casper nonsense. They don’t bother me as much anymore, mainly because I don’t believe in ghosts or demons. The movies that scare me have to have some roots in the realm of possibility. And they can be fun every once in a while, as long as I have some alcohol in my system, a pillow to hug, and a big group of friends to scream with. That being said, I haven’t seen a whole lot, therefore my list of “favorites” wasn’t too hard to come up with. Check ‘em out.
5. Poltergeist (1982)
The only real classic on my list. I saw snippets of the end of Poltergeist once when I was little and flipping channels at my grandparents’ house. I later saw it in full when my father, using his excellent parenting judgement, popped it in one night. I was 12. My sister, only six, enjoyed it almost more than I did. While the whole face-peeling scene was a little squeamish, the Steven Spielberg-written ghost story has remained a favorite to this day. It’s a bit ridiculous at times between the killer clown doll and the tree that eats kids, but I love Craig T. Nelson and I can’t help but think of the corresponding Family Guy episode (“Petergeist”) when I watch it these days. Stewie busting out into Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight” cracks me up every time. Plus, there’s that whole creepy “curse” coincidence of the deaths tied to the film. Continue reading