Tis the season for horror movies, but then, for me, it is always that season. I love horror movies, especially those that include haunted houses, or ghostly abodes of any sort.
I've seen so many horror movies that when I try to find a new one, it is difficult. Partly because I cannot remember the titles of those movies I have already seen and partly because the unfortunate truth is so many are really not memorable at all.
It makes me wonder what horror is. I am not interested in blood and gore. They may be horrifying, but they are not supernatural. To me horror is something terrifying, but not explainable in any sort of understandable terms.
Time. Whatever it is it seems to be unstoppable. Time passes and things change. Are they changing due to time, or some other unseen force that forces changes? Whatever it is, family albums are shrines to horror, watching faces dehydrate and wrinkle up like apples left too long on a shelf, slowly yielding their life force to some inexorable force they have no control over.
Time and space. Look at the ocean. Given enough time and space creatures grow into immense whales or bizarrely shaped squids.Creatures who don't evolve on dry land. Imagine the gigantic contorted creatures that may evolve here given enough time and space.
It is horror that fans science as it tries to control the uncontrollable.
Horror that breeds religion as it tries to explain the unexplainable.
Horror that turns our faces away from the dark in a futile attempt to think light means good, just because we can see it.
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