Pumpkin carving? Bah. Costumes? Meh. For me, the real thrill of Halloween is spending late nights with a stack of creepy books and horror movies. Give me a bowl of popcorn and a homicidal maniac and I’m a happy girl. Swarms of zombies? Alien invaders? Creepy kids who see dead people? I’ll take all three.
But the horror genre’s gotten a bad rap over the years, thanks to bad writing, bad lighting, and a string of six movies starring homicidal leprechauns. What these horror-snubbing snobs are missing, however, is that there’s a reason why there’s so much bad horror on the market: good horror is extremely hard to do.