Stuck in the 80s

I think I'm stuck in the 80s when it comes to judging horror movies. I am super-critical when it comes to modern horror films. I see some of this new stuff and I get all, "Back in my day..." when it comes to deciding whether they're good or not. It must be a sign of my encroaching Old Lady-dom. It kinda sucks. I've whined about this before, but I miss the time when I would go see anything horror not matter how awful it looked. And I would generally have fun no matter what. Granted, I was a teenager then and going with a friend who loved the movies as much as I did. Somewhere in the 90s (I'd say around the time Scream came out). I lost that loving feeling. I couldn't get past the fact that everybody on Party of Five or Dawson's Creek was showing up in a horror flick. I also wasn't (and still am not) a big fan of the increasing amount of comedy being thrown into my horror movies. And it didn't help that movie prices were going up along with my hatred of people. Society is becoming increasingly ruder with the cellphones and the assholes who think everyone paid to hear their screaming kid. And the PG-13 thing isn't great either.

Recently, I've gotten some of my love back. Listening to a bunch of awesome podcasts helps. It's nice to listen to people who love horror they way I used to (especially since most of my friends just don't dig on them the way I do, if they like them at all). And there have been a few recent movies that I actually liked (see my post on My Bloody Valentine 3D). I didn't like a number of the movies I saw recently (Friday the 13th and The Haunting in Connecticut), but I won't give up hope. I have bitched and complained but I am going to see H2 in the theatre. I will see The Orphan next week. I am excited for both The Final Destination and Piranha 3D (the latter of which people keep calling "the next Snakes on a Plane" like that's a bad thing). I'm not gonna let my love of horror die. I refuse.