When I was younger, scary movies were the bane of my existance. I had to watch them....Teenages are notorious gore hounds, and avoiding the newest, bloodiest film was a sure way to feel like a jerk in conversation. F, no, I haven't seen that one...rips off his head with a shotgun, you say? smushed in a garage door, eh? Dies from eating too much spagetti-O's? How many corpses piled in the crawlspace? My goodness. That is a large number of crawlspace corpses.
Now I LOVE them. Maybe it's my facination with serial killers, maybe it's the fact that I've seen seizures and self-mutilation to the point where a little corn syrup carnage doesn't phase me. All I know for sure is that The Host is SO on the top of my list. It's a monster movie. with archery.
It'd take diamond kittens dipped in chocolate to beat that.
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