Now I’ve written it, I’m not entirely sure that’s true. I do like horror, but the old fashioned, not very scary sort of horror, the type produced by Universal Studios in the 1930s and Hammer in the 1960s (and anything in between). I really don’t like psychological horror, anything involving the Bible (although The Omen was quite fun) and slasher movies with special effects that look like they’ve had money spent on them – unless of course it’s patently ridiculous and couldn’t possibly be real, like Constantine, for example.
If I were to tell you that my all-time favourite horror movie was The Bride of Frankenstein, you’d get a pretty good idea of the kind of horror I’m on about. It’s not scary, although I suspect that in 1935 it was pretty freaky for some people. The 1950s remake of The Mummy was brilliant, one of the earliest occasions that Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing got to work together. That’s not scary either, but again, for the time I can see why it was marketed as horror. It’s a really well made film, actually (better than the latest one at any rate).
In fact, the best horror film made recently that I’ve seen was Crimson Peak, mainly because it was a Gothic classic (and had Tom Hiddleston in the buff. Me being shallow again), but because the horror was external – it didn’t look like everyone else. This is why, for me, recent horror is so terrifying. How can I deal with it when it resembles me? That’s not to say that it doesn’t have a place in modern culture, it does and a very necessary one as well. However, I do not watch films or read books to be scared, I watch them to be entertained, and I do not find being scared very entertaining.
If I really wanted to, I could probably find horror anywhere I looked, but I’m choosing not to. Real life is hard enough without having to find monsters under every bed. So if it’s all the same to you, I’ll stick with my old monster movies and Gothic horrors until someone comes up with a better idea.