My History With Horror, Part 2: Teenage Terror (Well, Not Really)

Bit of a shorter entry today, since I actually don't have all that much to talk about today.

My teenage years were more or less devoid of horror movies, though they were no less horrific for the lack thereof.  There was, however, a very memorable date.

I was fourteen or fifteen, thereabouts.   We had met through a mutual friend, and she actually had the same name as my wife, though I knew my wife first.  The relationship ended, of course, poorly, of course, but I still remember the first movie we went to see together.  I can't quite remember whether or not it was our first date, but it was definitely one of the first.

We went to see a movie in the theaters, a movie by the name of Boogeyman, and searching for the year it was released (2005) confirms that I was, in fact, fifteen.  I wasn't particularly interested in it, since I was a fifteen-year-old boy and therefore too good for horror movies, but she thought it would be a good idea to watch something scary for our first movie.

I acquiesced to seeing Boogeyman, but what I did not see was anything scary.

A lot of horror movie aficionados will tell you that, if a horror movie is rated anything less than R, it isn't worth seeing.  I don't particularly agree with this sentiment, since I believe that horror can work with neither violence nor sex, as long as the horror itself is effective.  Watch Garfield's Halloween Adventure for proof.  But I digress.

Boogeyman was rated PG-13, and it is definitely a point of proof in favor of the former argument.

There was no suspense, no sense of dread, certainly no Halloween feeling, and even the title monster would be more likely to elicit groans of boredom than shrieks of terror.

Admittedly, I haven't seen the movie since, and I don't remember much about it, but I don't feel like that's really a defense it should claim.  I do, however, try to refrain from endlessly bashing anything, even things I despise.  I don't despise Boogeyman, but I slept just fine that night.

I didn't really have anymore experiences with horror movies as a teenager since, as previously mentioned, I was above all that.  There were other scary movies sprinkled between the ages of 11 and 20, but they aren't really relevant at the moment.  Honestly the scariest moments from that decade came from video games, but that's another story for another time.

Tomorrow brings my 20s, a decade that isn't even over yet and already contains more experiences with horror films than the previous two combined.

Until next time!

Current interests:
Listening - Regina Spektor: What We Saw From The Cheap Seats (2012)
Playing - Dead of Winter (2014)
Reading - Baltimore or, The Steadfast Tin Soldier & The Vampire (2007)
Watching - Unsolved Mysteries (1987)