|I’m on the right…|
In all honesty, I’ve never been the biggest Hallowe’en fan, dressing up is a bit of a faff (spray-painting that lampshade was a job and a half…), scary movies rarely do it for me, and as a rule, horror in theatre never gets me where it should. As anyone who knows me will tell you, I’m far more creeped out by the arrival of a puppet child than blood and gore.
But as I did a few years back, I thought I’d delve into the world of ‘horror’ films (at least those on Netflix) once more to see if I was missing out on anything. In the cases of Dracula 2000 and Victor Frankenstein I certainly wasn’t, Dracula Untold was more enjoyable than I should probably admit, and the Ruth Wilson vehicle I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House was something of a revelation.