Got to see “All Gold Canyon” and “The Gal Who Got Rattled” again — my two favorites — with my parents.
I foolishly started my laundry right before starting the film and when I had to change it I almost peed myself. I was looking over my shoulder evey 2 seconds in a cold, dimly-lit garage. I haven’t been that scared in a long time, and I loved every second of it.
I think in the future (if the world hasn’t ended by then or if film as a medium — no pun intended — still even exists) I think so-called “elevated horror” will be looked upon as the defining film movement of our generation.