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I apparently have no clue what a horror movie is. Or at least, when the challenge rolls around and I take the leap and attempt to watch 31 horror movies, I suddenly feel as if I have no idea what that means. There are times when it is obvious that a movie is horror; Friday the 13th, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Once I dive into the challenge, I begin to question whether the movies I'm seeing really count.

This year, I've seen Buried, Carrie, Clean, Shaven, Nosferatu (1922), Scanners, Sisters, and I sell the Dead. Nate protested Sisters, saying DePalma's movie about a pair of disturbed Siamese twins isn't a horror movie. And he has a point, but how is one supposed to choose movies without having seen them before to really know whether they are horror? Especially since I'm only using the challenge to catch up on movies that I should see because they are classics and to re-watch a few others that need to be revisited. But picking the movies is real bitch because the line between suspense, thriller and horror is very blurry indeed.

So, I'm going back to gut feelings on movies. When I read a synopsis and it mentions dead bodies, asylums, being buried alive, human experimentation, serial killers, ghosts, vampires, were-wolves, or other supernatural beings, I'm going to count it as horror and just keep going. I'm spending too much time trying to qualify movies as horror when I should just be watching them.

Of last week's group of films, Sisters was my favorite. It was faced paced murder mystery that leads to the fractured psyche of a pair of Siamese Twins played by Margo Kidder. I'm also pleased to have finally seen Nosferatu as it was a visually intriguing movie. Vampires have changed a bit since 1922. And I expected I Sell the Dead to be bad and only wanted to see it because I adore Ron Pearlman, but I didn't expect this horror/comedy to be so boring.

Tally: 7

Comments

From my point of view, Sisters is totally a horror movie. The Hitchcockian stuff is a red herring. The mindfuck freakout of the last third is totally horrific, and that ending...

Anyway...
DeAnna said…
I loved, loved, loved Sisters. Oh and I really hadn't experienced the famous De Palma split screen until Sisters, which totally rocks.

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