My mom didn’t let me watch horror movies growing up, because she equivocated it with watching an execution. I still don’t know what to make of that, but I can tell you that I couldn’t find anything remotely funny when I was grieving (not that I have a great sense of humor to begin with). Dramas were too intense. Horror laughed death in the face. And the formula was reliable for times when nothing could sink in.
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