So my essay this week is about horror movies. I just watched this really shitty horror movie called Session 9. The way I ended up watching it was they had a guy that looked like a young Mark Ruffalo, and so when I was flipping channels I was like "Is that Mark Ruffalo?", and then I figured out that it wasn't, that the guy just looked like Mark Ruffalo, but by then I'd watched like 10 minutes and I had to see how it turned out. It did have David Caruso, however.
So, this movie totally sucked (it's about some dudes that are trying to remove asbestos from a haunted insane asylum?), which was great because I just sat there for an hour and a half thinking about horror in a kind of meta way. I asked myself questions like "Why, exactly, is this funny and dumb instead of scary as opposed to some other movie? Why does horror exist as a genre at all? What purpose does it serve?" and so on. Intersested? Read on...
