How I Get Obsessed with Creepy Films.
Whenever I've finished a day of meditation, writing, exercising, writing some more, dozing off, and not wanting to write anymore, I will settle down on the couch and pick a film to watch until the missus gets home. And the films are almost always creepy. By creepy films, I don't mean horror classics like Nosferatu , or more recent class acts like The Descent (which came out in 2006 so you can see how far out of the loop I am). I mean films with plots and characters and a particular atmosphere which mesmerizes me and leads me through a grand tour of the worst people humanity has to offer. I suppose it began in the winter of 1992 when I saw Saló, The 120 Days of Sodom on VHS. I was a lonely young fellow. I had no girlfriend. I took classes in college that had no fungible use in the job market. I was laid off of every part time job I took on because there were people who were smarter and worked harder than me. So one day at the local RKO Video store I h...