I’ve always found it bizarre how much humans love to be scared. I’m not the biggest horror buff, but will happily spend hours in the company of movies like The Thing and the more frightening episodes of Doctor Who in search of the controlled adrenaline rush that comes when my pants have thoroughly been scared off my body. (Some people, my mother included, will have nothing to do with monster movies—but as long as flicks like Pacific Rim remain profitable, those folks will be pushed to the margins by the horrified majority.)
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