Favorite Favorites

It's late. My judgement isn't sound. And I'm feeling vulnerable after a multi-hour horror fest; so to add in another shade to my character, I'd like to steal and repackage the self-directed questionnaire concept. I re-dyed my hair tonight, and whilst standing in the shower, drenched in dried-blood red running down the drain, staining my skin and everything in sight, ever-so Carrie-esque, I realized I couldn't escape the terror of everyday life. I'd say I need a vacation, but who would I be fooling? I know I'd spend the whole time watching more movies...

Favorite Horror Flicks... Feast, 28 Days Later, Malevolence, The Descent, Ginger Snaps, Hard Candy, Ms .45, Peeping Tom, Suicide Club, Nightmare on Elm Street 1 and 2, Inside

Favorite Fears... I'm a simple girl; Strangers, Malevolence, and Inside definitely played with this staging: you know that sudden tingling sensation you get at the back of your neck when you realize the pale face, or mask, or silhouette, of that monster/killer you've been avoiding all along has actually been watching patiently from the sidelines, shrouded in the darkness of your doorway all along? And that means... oh my God! how long have they been there? Yeah, that's bound to scare me every time.

Favorite Kill Sequence... Let's just go right ahead and check off everything that happened in the uber-sick Tokyo Gore Police, shall we? The fetish club prostitute whose torso was gunned in half, only to regrow an alligator head in place of her vagina/legs, who was in turn shot right in the 'gator by a gun held by his severed hand, the trigger of which was pulled by the his arm by tugging on a ligament/thus controlling his finger on the trigger thus... whew! Awesome, terrible, traumatizing, brilliant kill sequence.

Favorite Weapon...

Most Killer-Killer...

Turn-offs...

How I Like to Get My Fear On... I really couldn't decide between an audience of my obnoxious friends and just me and my cat. If I had to choose, though, because I know what a hard-ass of an interviewer I can be, I'd say I need alone-time with the heavier movies like Inside and Hard Candy ("I said shut up, atom!"); zombie flicks are best enjoyed with a brainless following of your own, as are torture porn flicks; because if I had to endure that stomach-flipping homage to Countess Elizabeth Báthory on my lonesome, I would've slit my own throat with a scythe. Was it the dead silence except for the muffled, animal-like squeals and slurping of blood or... no, I know what it was! That scraping sound of the rusted metal against the girl's throat and naked body... Ick, that was one hell of a scene. Gratuitous gore is one of those guilty pleasures I prefer with supervision, I suppose.

I am so sleepy, and so annoyed that I didn't finish this self-imposed interrogation in one sitting. Damn. Tomorrow I'll be sure to scrounge the horror section for inspiration!