My best friend was in Arkansas for a month, and as Christi was getting ready to leave, we decided to get some Indian food and watch horror movies. We knew we wanted to watch at least one classic horror film, and at least one really cheesy B-movie. We got a lot of options, and I was particularly thrilled to find a movie about an evil gingerbread man, running wild through a bakery. I talked that one up--it's called GingerDEAD Man, by the way--but sadly it didn't come in from Netflix in time. So, we substituted Plan 9 From Outer Space. We have a perverse love for really terrible movies, so the fact that it won awards for Worst Movie and Worst Director, as well as the fact that after Bela Lugosi died, he was doubled by someone's chiropracter seemed really promising.
We watched Halloween for our classic horror, but we didn't actually find it scary. First of all, we couldn't figure out the geography of what was happening. Maybe we weren't paying attention, but we couldn't keep track of who was next door, who was down the street, and who was three blocks away. Second, a girl spent half her screen time running around in nothing but a man's shirt and tube socks. I was just not raised to go outside without any pants on. And finally, why, oh, why Jamie Lee Curtis did you keep leaving the knife behind? Leaving it, in fact, right next to the body of guy who was trying to kill you? Really? I never knew I was such a stickler for continuity and logic, but I found all of those things really distracting.