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Archive for February 4th, 2009
Wednesday, February the 4th, 2009
035 - The Delicious Taste Of Fear, Part I: Origins
When I was younger, I could not enjoy horror movies or scary stories. I would sometimes lie awake for hours, my entire body taught with fear. Much like my friend Jerry, my brain partners with entertainment media in a way that seems to be stronger than most people’s do.
I cried at the end of Chrono Trigger. That music box type theme song still gets me every time.
So too would my mind merge with entries in the horror genre, imagining that every time I stepped into a elevator, it’d be my last, or that if I spent too much time looking into the mirror, supernatural acts of unspeakable evil would occur.
Sometimes it wasn’t even the patently spooky things that scared the shit out of me. At the tender and impressionable age of 10, When I first saw Cyrax perform his little web trick when passing by the machine in an arcade, my mind fixated on somehow being caught in webs. This contributed to my crippling claustrophobia and also kept me up nights.
When I was invited to a friend’s birthday party in the 8th grade, and we thought it’d be a good idea to watch that innocent movie with Jennifer Love Hewitt and Freddie Prinze Jr., I didn’t want to look uncool, so I watched too, not knowing that I’d be unable to scrape from my mind those haunting images of meat hooks and dead bodies crawling with crabs.
And finally, when I was at a friend’s apartment for a Halloween get together, we started watching what I assumed to be was a nice, Japanese, romantic comedy.
It wasn’t.
I never looked at needles the same way again.
Man, the way that shit just sneaks up on you… It’s like, for the first half of the movie, you’re watching a zany episode of Friends, and then, with very little foreshadowing, you’re in the middle of one of the longest and goriest torture scenes ever to grace the silver screen. For months after, my mind was plagued with doubts about people I met. Any one of them could be a closet psycho like the woman in the film!
And so, with my proven track record, it was with great hesitation that I clicked on the “download” button for Scarecrow. On the one hand, there was the very real possibility of inducing a heart attack, on the other hand, Wil Wheaton recommended it.