Photo credit: Elisa Roupenian Toha
There was a point in my life, not very long ago, when the only kind of movies I wanted to watch were horror movies.
The Purge, Paranormal Activity, Honeymoon, The Conjuring, Wolf Creek, It Follows. Slasher films and haunted house stories, feminist revisions of the genre and the bloodiest, most pointlessly misogynistic garbage. They say horror movies are good entry points for aspiring filmmakers, because horror fans are the sole subset of the movie-going audience who will show up at a theater to see every single movie in their chosen genre, regardless of the skill of the director, the size of the budget, the star power of the actors, or the quality of the reviews. For a time, I was one of those avidly consuming, nondiscriminating fans...