Mother! Oh God, Mother! Blood! Blood!

The other day my mild-mannered mother informed me that she’d rented the remake of The Hills Have Eyes from her cable’s video on demand service. This isn’t at all the type of movie you’d think she’d go near, but she was sitting around and decided she wanted to watch a scary movie, thought the title sounded good and creepy, rented it and watched it and had a a scary time. (Although she did say that she didn’t know it was going to be that scary. “They ate people!”)

I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. When was the last time I watched a horror movie just because I was in the mood, just because it’s fun to watch horror movies? Let alone a movie from the current brutal-horror wave! To watch something like Hostel without going back and forth about whether doing so constitues an endorsement, to watch it just because it might be scary without fretting about whether it would be too much (as though I couldn’t just turn off the movie if it were)…