The End of Horror…

The End of Horror… At least for Me… After the break…

The End of Horror…

If you’ve read my blog here previously, I told you about how I just can’t watch movies anymore. It’s very rare that I can watch a movie anymore from start to finish in one sitting unless I’m in a social setting or I’m otherwise simply compelled to for some other non-me reason.

Now, though, I’ve finally admitted to myself something that I’ve known for a long time now… Horror movies just don’t “do it for me” anymore. At all. Not even a tiny bit. Not even a smidgen.

And I think that (at least, for me), I know why.

I suddenly had to admit to myself that horror movies had stopped working for me during this past Halloween season when I was simply uninterested in horror movies. I had no appetite, in any form, to watch them. At all.

And the problem isn’t with them (the horror movies), it’s with me.

I’ve simply outgrown them. I’ve gotten too mature. I’ve gotten too old.

First and foremost, if you enjoy horror movies, keep enjoying horror movies. Don’t let me stop you. Don’t use these words or this blog post to dissuade you from what you enjoy. For myself, though, I just don’t see a path forward in enjoying horror movies anymore. I can’t.

For starters, when you get old, you begin to see real horror. For instance, people and pets die all around you for real. It’s horrible. It’s a horrible experience and if you can avoid such calamity in your life, avoid it. Even if everyone around you is in fine shape, watching even local news gives you far more horrific news than you can properly wash from your system. Any person with even a minimum amount of social and professional responsibility will be exposed to either personal tragedy or tragedy on a wider scale that far outstrips whatever a lunatic with a chainsaw and a hockey mask can produce.

Also, when you get older, you start thinking about your own mortality and that’s REALLY scary. When you’re in your 20s, of course you have every reason to believe that you’ll wake up tomorrow morning just as fine as when you went to bed the evening before. Once, though, you get up into your 40s and 50s… Well, the warranty on that expectation is most dutifully removed. Facing your own hockey-masked stalker with a chainsaw, be it a disease or a ailment or a tractor-trailer not seeing you until it is too late, suddenly becomes far scarier than anything that you can find on the screen.

Horror movies themselves also take a little bit of the blame. They’re always geared towards younger people… And that’s fine. Younger people are just a natural fit to be featured into horror movies because they have the least amount of experience when dealing with really bad situations. Imagine the hockey-masked killer stalking a bunch of people in their early 60s… Not as dramatic as people in their 20s. Sure, they can be killed but they don’t run as fast and they’ve lived a modestly-full life… The dramatic punch just isn’t there as if a bunch of kids were stalked…

…And truth be told, a lot of these horror movies today look really, really cheap in terms of production values. Look, I get it; If you’re into movie-making, take a bow. You are in a very tough industry that requires so much and gives back so very little. However, let’s be honest with one another… A lot of these movies look as though they were recorded on Grandma’s fancy-new digital camcorder. They do. They really do. Stop pretending that you don’t agree with me on that one.

So, there you have it… And I was even going to list a few more reasons but I sort of lost interest in writing this post. I’m too old, I’ve seen too much real horror, I’m tired of watching a bunch of hormonal kids getting the ax and I’m tired of watching them getting the ax as filmed on something only a few rungs above consumer-grade camcorders that you can find on sale during the holiday season.

Maybe, someday, this will all change. I’ll get my mojo back and I can enjoy watching kids flee from zombies or what have you but, for now, it hasn’t and it won’t.

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