The older I get the less resilient I am with regard to horror movies. I've never been very robust when it comes to volunteering to have the bejeesus scared out of me. I mean, I cried when Bambi slipped on the ice. At sixteen I joined some other friends and managed to get into the Excorcist. Oh my goodness me, never ever again I should have gone straight into therapy if such a thing existed in the Highlands at that time. Perhaps that's why I joined the Army; safest place on the planet surrounded by hundreds of heavily armed Glaswegians.
Anyway, it's Halloween. Enjoy the movie.....(it's not gory btw). Still, I think I'll keep a light on tonight.