Hey is it not cool to cross post? Anyway...
Thanks to all your posts on why you like horror movies. I read them with interest. There were a wide variety of reasons, some scholarly, referring to books on society and culture, others mentioned pleasant associations with friends and family (or unpleasant, but yet compelling associations). I for one tried to share the fun of a good horror movie (or even better yet, a bad horror movie) with my kids and their friends.
Many wrote about liking horror movies simply because they are exciting, like an amusement park ride (roller coasters were mentioned by some). I am sure there are many roller coaster addicts out there.
So this reminded of a time when my wife (then girlfriend) and I were visiting some of her family and friends in Boston. We were out at a fair with amusement park rides and having a great time. They wanted to go on the swinging hammers, but I didn’t. I was uncomfortable with being swung up into the air (upside down) and then rushing face first towards the ground. OF course I got ridiculed by her friend Ted who started teasing me about my lack of manhood. I looked at the ride and made sure that no one was falling out or dying from fright, so I figured I could do it and at least survive.
Having made that decision, I was actually enjoying the ride as we swung up and down, a little higher every time. As we went up over the fair grounds we reached this layer where the sounds from the ground seemed to be startlingly loud. I yelled “Hey, what’s that? Something’s wrong! We’re gonna die!” Poor Ted, in the seat behind me, began to shriek in terror. As the car made it to the top and we hung upside down over the ground, I started yelling “What’s that creaking noise?”
After the ride I threw my arms around Ted and thanked him for encouraging me to become a better man by facing my fears.
Yup, fear can be lots of fun.
Thanks to all your posts on why you like horror movies. I read them with interest. There were a wide variety of reasons, some scholarly, referring to books on society and culture, others mentioned pleasant associations with friends and family (or unpleasant, but yet compelling associations). I for one tried to share the fun of a good horror movie (or even better yet, a bad horror movie) with my kids and their friends.
Many wrote about liking horror movies simply because they are exciting, like an amusement park ride (roller coasters were mentioned by some). I am sure there are many roller coaster addicts out there.
So this reminded of a time when my wife (then girlfriend) and I were visiting some of her family and friends in Boston. We were out at a fair with amusement park rides and having a great time. They wanted to go on the swinging hammers, but I didn’t. I was uncomfortable with being swung up into the air (upside down) and then rushing face first towards the ground. OF course I got ridiculed by her friend Ted who started teasing me about my lack of manhood. I looked at the ride and made sure that no one was falling out or dying from fright, so I figured I could do it and at least survive.
Having made that decision, I was actually enjoying the ride as we swung up and down, a little higher every time. As we went up over the fair grounds we reached this layer where the sounds from the ground seemed to be startlingly loud. I yelled “Hey, what’s that? Something’s wrong! We’re gonna die!” Poor Ted, in the seat behind me, began to shriek in terror. As the car made it to the top and we hung upside down over the ground, I started yelling “What’s that creaking noise?”
After the ride I threw my arms around Ted and thanked him for encouraging me to become a better man by facing my fears.
Yup, fear can be lots of fun.
