Back in the old days, I couldn't watch a horror film of Halloween H20 caliber without pressing a pillow to my ears and swaddling my hands over my eyes. Meeting Chico in college changed all that, and after a 4-year regiment of movies filled with gore, blood thirsty psychos, and bizarre Japanese nightmares, I can now confidently say that I love horror movies. Here! Watch me boast about how much love them: the last horror flick I saw was Calvaire, the French's answer to Deliverance, I writhed in Machine Girl's gut-splattered story with my eyes *open*, and I considered Hostel a total weaksauce excuse for horror. So there.
Amidst my horror flick repertoire, The Descent is by far one of my favorites. A fantastic thriller with a solid all-female cast, I've managed to maintain a consistent sense of terror through multiple re-watches. That's pretty damn good. Kat hadn't seen it yet, so we watched it again this weekend and I drew the above tribute to an a-typical cave dweller from the film.
