[Sundae]

I read Lord of the Flies when I was too young to emotionally deal with it.
The darkness in the human psyche sickened me, like a glimpse of porn.

We read that when the other English Lit class were reading The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole!

I was glad we were able to watch the film.
I couldn't work out who was supposed to be who. They all looked the same to me.
I couldn't work out half of what was happening, it was too dark.
I couldn't make out all the dialogue, people keep shifting in their seats or squeaking their chairs.
It was an excellent preparation for cinemas and a life spent with slightly sub-standard hearing. Thank goodness for subtitles these days.
Anyway it took much of the fear out of the story.

To this day I can often disassociate from horror films because I spend much of them leaning my best ear forward, squinting or just frowning because I think I may have missed a pivotal point. I'm like an old giffer, "What was that? What did she say?"

Julie?

If'n it turns out that horror films were supposed to be educational films dealing with the supernatural, I'm toast. Then again, since when were educational films really educational?

Excuse me while I go read the manual.