It is no secret to anybody on Earth that I am hopelessly corny and, in certain ways, very naive and childlike. So it probably comes as no surprise that one of the scariest movies I ever saw in my life was the very first A Nightmare on Elm Street.

I was about 24 or 25 when I saw that movie and it scared the bejeezus out of me. Plus, I really loved how it played with the elements of thought, of dreams, of the mind and its relation to how we perceive reality. I really thought it was a brilliant movie all the way around.

Well, here it is Halloween time once again, and last night, yes, I re-watched A Nightmare On Elm Street (or tried to!). It was the first time I'd seen it in over 20 years. Because, honestly, the first time I saw it, I was just too scared to feel as if I could ever watch it again.

But I am almost 50 years old now, gang. My panic disorder aside, it is not that easy to scare me anymore. I mean, think of all the scary movies that have come out in the last 20 years. (Fuck! The Grudge certainly jumps to mind!) So last night, in very high spirits and with Bunny snuggled on the bed beside me, I proceeded to watch A Nightmare On Elm Street for the second time in twenty years, and I wasn't even halfway into it; it was only about 8:26 PM and I finally screamed at Bunny, "Holy fucking crap! This is too fucking scary!!" And I had to turn it off. 

I think I will only attempt to watch that movie in broad daylight from now on, gang.

Next in line is one of my all-time favorite Halloween movies, Bram Stoker's Dracula, by Coppola. It is so not at all scary and yet it does astound! Some of the most inexplicable acting I have ever seen in my life is in that film! Mouth agape, it is nearly impossible to stop watching it once it really gets going... it is a movie that is just made for copious amounts of red wine and sex (neither of which are actually on my agenda this Halloween, but oh well. On we go. Hey, thanks for visiting, gang!)