I’m a big fan of the horror movie genre. I like creepy, dark, suspenseful horror, especially if there are ghosts involved. I love movies that keep me on the edge of my seat and make me jump and scream. I like it when I feel the need to hide behind my boyfriend, as if that will save the character on-screen. I love watching them in the right setting: dark room, surround sound, and no outside noise.
Yesterday I went to see “The Woman In Black,” starring Daniel Radcliffe. I was honestly expecting to watch it and think about Harry Potter. After thinking about it for 5 seconds, the movie drew me in enough to forget his multi-billion dollar claim to fame.
It was a surprisingly good movie. The ending is a little iffy, but otherwise, it’s pretty good. I spend half the movie hiding behind my hand or my boyfriend, and the other half chewing on my nails and wishing he (Daniel Radcliffe) could hear me telling him something was a bad plan. And man, did I jump. Even when I knew the shock was coming, I still jumped. I love movies that will honestly scare me from beginning to end.