I love scary movies. Perhaps I was imprinted at an early age by freaky cool 80s movies like Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, and even Aliens. Perhaps it’s because I write in multiple genres and like to turn my head off at the end of the day. Perhaps it’s because my husband hates them and I like to be a tease. No matter!
However, good ones are as hard to find. They’re like romantic comedies: so many terrible ones and only a few classics. A nice trend at the moment is that the genre seems to be garnering respect enough to merit casting quality actors. No more half-nude teenagers investigating basements. Insidious with Ethan Hawke had some really quality scare moments. Mama was surprising poignant and starred Academy Award nominee Jessica Chastain and Games of Thrones hottie Nikolaj Coster-Waldau. (I spelled his name right without looking it up because I love him.)
Now there’s The Conjuring, starring not one or two but four really amazing actors: Lili Taylor (I Shot Andy Warhol), Ron Livingston (“Band of Brothers”), Patrick Wilson (Watchmen), and Vera Farmiga (The Departed). And it’s been directed by the guy who did the original Saw, not all the gross-out sequels.
Not to say I’m getting my hopes up, but that looks pretty damn good. Maybe when I have some free time, I’ll start poking around with horror fiction…