On my way to and from my car, I had a lovely, dreadful idea. Maybe it was walking through one too many spiderwebs, the light rain, or the red hair dye stains I still sport under my clothes, or the uncharacteristically pitch black street, or the fact I did this all barefoot and very much so uncomfortable, but I'd like to try something here.
What is it that scares you? You don't even need to like horror movies to get in on this one: you're already overly qualified to respond, unless you don't feel fear. But don't be a jerk, this isn't an online display of masculinity, okay? In particular, I suppose I'd just like to get a collection going, of various fears that would truly make you uncomfortable on-screen.
So to start, I'm scared (or my nerves get tangled)...
- ... of people, more-so than any of that supernatural crap.
- ... when the director deploys that shot that allows the audience to see that the pale face, or mask, or silhouette, of that monster/killer you've been avoiding all along has actually been watching and waiting patiently from the corner of the screen, shrouded in the darkness of your doorway all along--oh my God! how long have they been there? That gets me every time.
- ... for our Survivor, only when they aren't some lame stereotype and you start to feel for them; Paris Hilton, no matter how many horror movies she experiments with, will never garner my helpless voyeur-protection from over here in the audience.
- ... when the Prey-character has to endure physical traumas, but not necessarily in a Knife-to-the-Face sense; when she's running around barefoot and accidently stomps on glass, or in Planet Terror, when Dr. Dakota Block, partially paralyzed, breaks her wrist trying to open the car door... those bone-crunching/blood-inducing gross-outs that are rooted from everyday nuisances make me feel terrible for our Underdog Hero, as their struggle becomes increasingly apparent.
- ... when, in zombie flicks, you realize: Oh my God, look at all those zombies! And our heroes are certainly screwed.