Why are my favorite “horror” movies really just comedies? What’s wrong with me?
In other news, I’ve been sick. I think it’s allergies, but they’re killer this year. I’ve been sick, so I lay in bed and watched a movie, Haunted Honeymoon.
It’s hilarious.
I guess third time’s the charm. Something kept bringing me back to it. The first time I saw it, I thought it was a dud with a few redeeming jokes, but this last time, I was laughing my head off (and sneezing and coughing it off too). Maybe it’s just the allergies messing with me, but this movie is genius.
As I lay there thinking about it, I realized something of an underlying theme I had missed the other times I had watched this film: It is a comedy about horror; it answers the question of why we need horror.
I’m not sure it is something you can syllogize, but the cure for fear is facing your fear. Oh look, I just syllogized it. That’s sort of what the movie is about, how we scare ourselves to heal ourselves of the times we were little and afraid, to understand the things that terrified us.
Or it’s just an excuse for Dom DeLuise to cross dress while moralizing against crossdressing. I don’t know.
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