Horror fans view the world through a unique lens. Given that I'm a lifelong devotee to this treasured genre, as are the vast majority of the people I choose to surround myself with, this different view seldom becomes apparent to me. However, once in awhile I am reminded. Back in August, my other half and I set out to spend a romantic evening in a cabin in the mountains. After watching The Blair Witch Project, and being more than familiar with the likes of Evil Dead, we ended up sharing a mutual unease.
I've joked several times about my sole reasoning for wanting a child is simply because it'd be the only opportunity I'd be granted to force a mullet on someone. This may sound terrible, but it is true and I accept it. Anyway, upon watching DIAL CODE SANTA CLAUS my peculiar idealization of my future child was brought to fruition right before my very eyes.
I'm an optimistic movie fan by nature. To illustrate, I am guilty of dragging my boyfriend to see Rings during its theatrical run despite his adamant protests fuelled by a 2% rating on Rotten Tomatoes. I ended up being sorely scathed by my decision, yet it is a feeling I would choose tenfold over writing something off without experiencing it firsthand. Because of this inherent attitude I possess, I went into the task of reviewing TERROR TALES completely blind and with bells on.