The imagery still haunts after all these years. The lunatics loose in the pouring rain. Those tall hedges. The shaking light in the wardrobe. The “Shape” that takes form in the dark background. Standing at the top of the stairs. Striding across the street toward the camera, toward Laurie Strode, knife glistening. Even in the daylight, the “Shape” walks among the people unseen but it watches them. The Boogeyman.
The movie that invented all the tropes; the “now you see…