Writer's Block: Scary movie

[anotheranon]

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"Pet Sematary".

Laugh if you will, but I saw it as an overwrought 14 year old, and the family cat was a large, black intimidating creature when he prowled the halls at night (actually, he was all the time, but at night he cast enormous shadows).

Idjit me decided to desensitize myself by reading the novel it was based on.

I don't think I slept for 2 weeks.

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[hadesgirl.livejournal.com]

Hands-down... The Haunting. The original 1963 version with Julie Harris. It STILL gives me the creeps and I have a hard time watching it at night. It's brilliantly done, and its horror comes from suggestion and impression rather than in-your-face blatant attacks. It's done with sound and expressions and stark black and white filming... and every time I watch it I get something new out of it, along with a fresh case of the heebie-jeebies.

Martin Scorsese named it first on his list of the 11 scariest horror films of all time. And there's not a drop of blood or gore in it.

If anyone is interested, I have this movie and would be happy to loan it out.

Brrrrrrrr.

[anotheranon.livejournal.com]

I give you credit for rewatching a movie that you find terrifying - and it says a lot about the terror of the movie that after repeated viewings you STILL find it to be scary.

Implied threat is so much more powerful than up-front blood and guts - nothing is scarier than what we can invent in our own minds.

[ex-maehymn.livejournal.com]

Pet Semetary IS a freaky movie. I didn't even attempt the book!

[hockeycat.livejournal.com]

I will have to agree with you, simply based on the book. I made the mistake of reading the book while I was working as the assistant camp director at a UMC camp that was in an old mansion deep in the woods in
Andover, MA. The week between camp groups, so I was the only one in the HUGE (and most definitely haunted) mansion.

BAD. PLAN!

Still gives me the willies, 16+ years later...

[anotheranon.livejournal.com]

Ok, your setting for reading the book was scarier than mine - at least when I was hiding under the covers there were other people in the house! How on earth did you keep going back to the mansion?

[hockeycat.livejournal.com]

I had no choice- I was getting paid, and that was where my room was.

To make it better, later in the summer we took a group of older teens up to Maine for a work week. We were DEEP in the woods of ME, so deep I think we could have spit into Canada... Yeah, that was an unnerving summer... I have not read a single Stephen King since then.