I consider myself a pretty tough person, at least when it comes to my ability to handle disturbing and scary movies. Sure, there are a few movies that have really gotten to me.
The Shining,
The Exorcist,
Irreversible, and a few others come to mind. But for the most part, I scoff at Hollywood “horror,” with its stale grab bag of tricks: the “gotchas,” the clueless protagonists, the plot twists, the “creepy” kids, and so on ad nauseam. But then director James Wan came...
