Scary Stories

I was reading on Yahoo about the sequel to REC, a Spanish horror movie that came out last year. It was such a successful movie that even Hollywood made a remake, called Quarantine. Copycats! Anyway, the article also mentioned Saw V (Will the torture ever stop!) and I was thinking about scary movies in general. I am a fan of horror movies. I have seen a lot of them (although I´m not really into gore, I´d rather be scared than disgusted).

Most scary movies are the same. It is a special occasion when I watch a horror movie that surprises me with an intricate or refreshing plot. In general, they are full of stereotypes and boring formulas that have been used to the extreme. There is always the typical female character that gets killed by the creature/monster/killer. It doesn´t matter how long or fast she runs through the forest, getting scratched by the tree branches that pull her hair and clothes, sooner or later she runs into the thing she is running away from. Was she running in circles? Does the monster own a motorcycle, conveniently parked around the corner that allows him to catch up to her? ´Cause there´s no other explanation. If the monster is walking at a speed of 2 miles an hour and the girl runs at a speed of 10 miles, physics say that she should be ahead. No way, she always manages to hit the thing straight on. Maybe a compass will help next time you decide to go to the woods with your friends, especially if you´re the only one without a partner. Experience says you will be the first one to go.

Have you noticed that every person in a scary movie owns a cat (usually black)? And not just any cat, but a vicious animal that hides inside closets and jumps out at you from the top shelf as soon as you open the door looking for the psycho killer (that just escaped from prison) waiting inside your closet making a scratchy sound to get your attention? My favorite is when the cat jumps, claws out, and makes a hissing sound at the same time. What a lovely creature to have around! If you survive the killer, please get rid of that flea carrying animal! By the way, I did have a cat once named Mckee who survived a fall from the fifth floor, but that will be told in another post!