Mary the Borderstan Movie Fan’s column on movies runs every two weeks. Mary Burgan is a retired professor of English and association executive. Her previous reviews are listed at the end of this post.
I can’t stand scary movies, especially the ones that are full of slash and gore. And even when there’s not much slash and gore, I become nauseated when there is long drawn-out suspense — like when the babysitter goes down to the cellar to see what’s going on there.
When I saw the first Halloween in the late ’70s, I wanted to scream out to Jamie Lee Curtis, “Get outta there, Stupid! Call the police!”
I’m such a coward that I can’t provide a list of scary movies that includes classics like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), even though my teenage son assured me that it was so phony that you could just enjoy the effects as effects. I wanted to watch TCM as a duty to this blog, but Netflix doesn’t offer it as a download. I was relieved.
Lists of great horror films are available on line, but what I can give you is a list of those movies that scared the daylights out of me when I first saw them. I invite you to expand it by adding your own favorites at the end of this review. Please, help me here!elp me!helph
My first memory of being scared at the movies involves a film about a black panther and a woman who falls in love with it under the influence of moonlight. I remember crunching down in my seat as the monster/cat made its way into the moonlit bedroom of the beautiful young woman, who had screamed and then fainted, before she was carried across a landscape of wild grass and hanging moss. I was both entranced and scared.