She Obliterated Everything She Kissed
So, i have a problem.
I hate the horror genre. I find no pleasure in being scared to death. None. I dont like any part of it, because it stays with me for like a week. The first time i was ever scared silly was when i was around five-ish, and i saw E.T. for the first time. You know the first scene that we actually see ET, when he's romping through the grasses? Scared the ever loving shit out of me. Then when we actually saw him, he looked just as creepy, and that was it for me... but for some reason, i sat through the entire movie before my mom realized that i was scared shitless of him. She feels awful to this day about that. I used to see him at night peeking through the dark of my closet every night. I demanded that they be shut so that there were no cracks for him to peek out of. To this day, i still cant really watch the movie (which is a shame, because Drew Barrymore is a-fricken-dorable in that movie. I mean, i yearn to watch the movie, just to see the cuteness that is baby Drew Barrymore). In fact, one day in eighth grade, in my spanish class, i had to look away when they played ET in spanish.
My other experience with the horror genre as a child was just as unpleasant. I was maybe ten or so, and we religiously watched the national news, the local news, then Entertainment Tonight every weekday, and well, one day they decided to dedicate one episode on the 20th (?) anniversary of The Exorcist. They played all the famous clips... you know, when she's spewing pea soup... when she turns her head 360 degrees, and... the one that scared the pants out of me most... the one where she's crawling down the stairs like a spider then flips backwards. I'm getting chills just thinking about it now. I'll never watch that movie ever. Just the fricken highlights of that movie caused me to have nightmares for two weeks. I had a tiny window in my room at that time, and i swore up and down something was going to pop into view every night, and like a deer in headlights, i couldn't look away. Man, i'm trying to only recall the bare minimum of those memories, but they still send shivers down my spine.
Anyway, these days, i find myself not so scared of horror movies (as i've learned a good 95% of them are cheap and shoddily made) and plus, i find ways to overcome them... like when i was forced to go see the movie House of Wax with my friends, i put my feet on the seat in front of me and watched through my legs the entire time, so i could easily cover the screen whenever necessary, which was maybe once or twice through out the whole thing... as i've come to learn that horror movies have the same formula*. But my subscription to Entertainment Weekly has seen me come to the conclusion that Stephen King, master of horror, is an amazing writer, and i like him.
I was told awhile ago to read The Stand by Stephen King. I did. It took me three months, but i did it. And i was glad to read it. It's one of Stephen King's best books and also one of his less gory books. I found myself at a conundrum. I wanted to read more Stephen King books but i hate horror... i find NO pleasure in horror. But i find a great deal of pleasure in reading Stephen King's amazing writing.
The other day i picked up "Carrie". I had a good idea of what goes on in Carrie. I knew she was a tormented girl who was abused at home and treated like dirt at school. I knew she had telekinesis powers and ends up becoming the Prom Queen but gets drenched in pigs blood. She boils and starts wreaking telekinetic havoc upon the school. Specifically what happens... i wasn't too sure, but i figured, A. i knew generally what was coming, and B. there was no creepy music (which is usually what ends up scaring me the most in movies) and C. there were no scary images (also what scares me the most). I figured i could handle whatever Stephen King threw at me.
Right now it's 11:00 at night... Tommy Ross just picked up Carrie White for the prom... and History Friend keeps texting me and the sound of my phone going off is making me jump.
i am not smart.
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*six or so friends have plans for somewhere. they get lost. there is (at least) one couple in the group. the couple has hot dirty sex and then gets killed first. then one by one, two (or more) unimportant characters get picked away gruesomely. Two survive several horrific events. The bad guy(s) end up getting whats coming to them... or the two just end up escaping their grasp, and live on in peace together. The end.
I hate the horror genre. I find no pleasure in being scared to death. None. I dont like any part of it, because it stays with me for like a week. The first time i was ever scared silly was when i was around five-ish, and i saw E.T. for the first time. You know the first scene that we actually see ET, when he's romping through the grasses? Scared the ever loving shit out of me. Then when we actually saw him, he looked just as creepy, and that was it for me... but for some reason, i sat through the entire movie before my mom realized that i was scared shitless of him. She feels awful to this day about that. I used to see him at night peeking through the dark of my closet every night. I demanded that they be shut so that there were no cracks for him to peek out of. To this day, i still cant really watch the movie (which is a shame, because Drew Barrymore is a-fricken-dorable in that movie. I mean, i yearn to watch the movie, just to see the cuteness that is baby Drew Barrymore). In fact, one day in eighth grade, in my spanish class, i had to look away when they played ET in spanish.
My other experience with the horror genre as a child was just as unpleasant. I was maybe ten or so, and we religiously watched the national news, the local news, then Entertainment Tonight every weekday, and well, one day they decided to dedicate one episode on the 20th (?) anniversary of The Exorcist. They played all the famous clips... you know, when she's spewing pea soup... when she turns her head 360 degrees, and... the one that scared the pants out of me most... the one where she's crawling down the stairs like a spider then flips backwards. I'm getting chills just thinking about it now. I'll never watch that movie ever. Just the fricken highlights of that movie caused me to have nightmares for two weeks. I had a tiny window in my room at that time, and i swore up and down something was going to pop into view every night, and like a deer in headlights, i couldn't look away. Man, i'm trying to only recall the bare minimum of those memories, but they still send shivers down my spine.
Anyway, these days, i find myself not so scared of horror movies (as i've learned a good 95% of them are cheap and shoddily made) and plus, i find ways to overcome them... like when i was forced to go see the movie House of Wax with my friends, i put my feet on the seat in front of me and watched through my legs the entire time, so i could easily cover the screen whenever necessary, which was maybe once or twice through out the whole thing... as i've come to learn that horror movies have the same formula*. But my subscription to Entertainment Weekly has seen me come to the conclusion that Stephen King, master of horror, is an amazing writer, and i like him.
I was told awhile ago to read The Stand by Stephen King. I did. It took me three months, but i did it. And i was glad to read it. It's one of Stephen King's best books and also one of his less gory books. I found myself at a conundrum. I wanted to read more Stephen King books but i hate horror... i find NO pleasure in horror. But i find a great deal of pleasure in reading Stephen King's amazing writing.
The other day i picked up "Carrie". I had a good idea of what goes on in Carrie. I knew she was a tormented girl who was abused at home and treated like dirt at school. I knew she had telekinesis powers and ends up becoming the Prom Queen but gets drenched in pigs blood. She boils and starts wreaking telekinetic havoc upon the school. Specifically what happens... i wasn't too sure, but i figured, A. i knew generally what was coming, and B. there was no creepy music (which is usually what ends up scaring me the most in movies) and C. there were no scary images (also what scares me the most). I figured i could handle whatever Stephen King threw at me.
Right now it's 11:00 at night... Tommy Ross just picked up Carrie White for the prom... and History Friend keeps texting me and the sound of my phone going off is making me jump.
i am not smart.
_______________
*six or so friends have plans for somewhere. they get lost. there is (at least) one couple in the group. the couple has hot dirty sex and then gets killed first. then one by one, two (or more) unimportant characters get picked away gruesomely. Two survive several horrific events. The bad guy(s) end up getting whats coming to them... or the two just end up escaping their grasp, and live on in peace together. The end.