I don’t know about you Danny . . . but is it just me, or does it seem like the horror genre takes our fears to excite and/or scare us into being decent, understanding human beings? For example, in Sam Raimi’s “Drag Me to Hell,” we learn that it’s hard to make the tough decisions, you pay a price for every decision you make, and sometimes even when you make tough decisions – the end result might not be what you want.
You might get gnawed on by a toothless gypsy, disappear under a train, and pulled into a creepy portal into hell (it’s been a while since I’ve watched it, but this popped into my brain last night while I couldn’t sleep). And what is it with Mr. Raimi and creepy stuff that chews on you, like the demon that chewed off a chunk of Bobby Joe’s hair (it was Bobby Joe, right) in Evil Dead II?
Anyway . . . we do what we can right?