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I have a blood disorder similar to hemophilia, and my father was a hunchback. I came to the horror film naturally. I thought it addressed the terms of my real world as well as my imagination. It seemed to me that in a horror film anything could happen, anything could be dreamt of and shown, while all the other movies were stuck in the known world.
I was scared of a lot of things, and a horror film calmed me. I'm still afraid of excessive bleeding and I remember—or more exactly, can't forget—vomiting spaghetti- like balls of clots after my tonsils were removed, and a doctor using big forceps to snip off the scabs that were closing my throat as the thick blood built up beneath them. As hands or matched parts fit together, the horror film met my fears with its world full of fear. It offered an alternative and a complement to anxiety with its made-up anxiety. It lived up to the energy inside me. Sometimes it scared me—the first mummy film I saw, Pharaoh's Curse, gave me bad nightmares at 11, but I still enjoyed it. The thrills and visions, especially the look of a new monster, compensated for the risk of nightmares. They were by far my favorite movies, and this book attempts to convey a mature appreciation for them along with a comprehensive view of their values, their narrative strategies, their artistic achievements, their relations to reality and fantasy and their claims to profundity and cinematic power.
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- Horror and the Horror Film , pp. xi - xiiPublisher: Anthem PressPrint publication year: 2012