While I do talk about horror movies quite a bit here, and here, and here, one thing you will rarely hear me talking about anywhere are things that actually scare me. Not because I am one who doesn’t get scared, but because I believe speaking about certain things, like fears, give them energy. I believe that if you project something enough, you can manifest it. I know that sounds like something out of a bad B movie, but think about someone like Natalie Wood, and how she had feared boats her whole life and made that quite clear, and drown (in a fucked up way I will talk about in-depth in an article down the road) the first time she took a boat. Or Ritchie Valens, who refused to fly because he thought he would die, and one night he won (lost?) a coin toss, took a plane ride, and died. I know to be extreme examples, but still, one has to wonder if their lives would have played out differently had they not publicly aired those fears. But talking about fictional characters from films who scare the shit out of me? Now that is a place I can go, willingly. Some of these may seem like strange or obscure choices, and some cliché, but remembers, our fears are wildly unique to each one of us, and these five freaks seemed to feed into mine, and still sometimes haunt my nightmares as a result.
The deeper you go into some subcultures, the more you see how twisted some people’s views on sexuality can be. Now it needs to be stated that just because something is twisted, doesn’t make it wrong. In some cases, it just makes it taboo and unknown to us. But in some cases, some deviant wants and needs are just wrong. Not only wrong, but immoral, illegal, and unforgivable. So ofcourse, there are directors who choose to use that discomfort for effect in their films, and the end result can be a harrowing moment in a movie, where you are forced to see something your tender soul was completely unprepared to see. One of the first scenes I remember making me feel like that was the scene in The Exorcist when Linda Blair uses the crucifix as a sex toy. That was roughly three taboos being shown to me at once, in tandem. Sexuality of a child, the dangers of religion (lol), and sex in context of child and religion. I still CAN’T make it through that entire film, which is astounding, if you know me. So it only seems fitting that, three decades later, William Freidkin would do it again with his white trash opus, Killer Joe.