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[dushku]

THIRTEEN HORROR FILMS THAT SCARED TF OUT OF ME!

tag rules: select 13 horror films that at one point in time terrified the hell out of you (gifs optional)

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[891movies]

Top 25 films (of the second 250 I watched for this project)

Around two years ago I posted a top 25 list of the first 250 films I watched for this project. Since I have now watched another 250 films and discovered many new favorites, the time has come for a second top 25!

Without further ado, I present them in chronological order (because if I actually had to rank them this list would never get out of the editing stage):

The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938, dir. Michael Curtiz, William Keighley)

This movie is a storybook adventure come to life, charming, entertaining and beautiful to look at (I miss you, technicolor!). Errol Flynn has an unmatched energy as the titular character and Olivia de Havilland is the picture perfect leading lady, with the exact right mixture of grace and fire. This is may not be a particularly complex or groundbreaking film but it does what it does perfectly and taps into that childlike sense of wonder that few films manage so well.

A Matter of Life and Death (1946, dir. Emeric Pressburger, Michael Powell)

One of my most delightful discoveries since starting this project have been the films of Powell and Pressburger - I'm not sure what other directors could boast releasing three of the greatest films of all time in three consecutive years (those being A Matter of Life and Death, Black Narcissus and The Red Shoes). This film mixes a deeply moving love story with a metaphysical court room drama to great success and this strange mixture is mirrored in the film's form, with some experimental but mostly conventional cinematography.

Ace in the Hole (1951, dir. Billy Wilder)

As grim and cynical as it is sharp, this movie plays out like a feverish nightmare. I was honestly shocked at how dark this movie got, considering the time and place in which it was made, but that is absolutely what the story needed and I'm glad Wilder got to tell it this way.

A Star Is Born (1954, dir. George Cukor)

Has there ever been another star to reach the heights of emotional intensity that Judy Garland did in her time? I was lucky enough to see this movie on the big screen and I can't imagine watching it at home, because Garland is so larger than life, I can't see how a smaller screen could contain her. That's not to take anything away from James Mason, who gives a tragic and intense performance for the ages.

Johnny Guitar (1954, dir. Nicholas Ray)

Joan Crawford in your butch black shirt save me! Save me, Joan Crawford in your butch black shirt!

Bigger Than Life (1956, dir. Nicholas Ray)

Surprise, it's another Nicholas Ray melodrama! Ray had this habit of creating highly emotional stories that hid some sharp social commentary, but the commentary is barely hidden this time and it is shockingly subversive. Mason gives another intense performance but here it tilts fully into unhinged territory and he is terrifying to watch. The ending feels a little slapped on but it also feels like the only way Ray could get away with everything that came before.

Mon Oncle (1958, dir. Jacques Tati)

This movie feels like a precursor to Playtime, one of my all-time favorite films (incredibly novel opinion, I know). The sets are meticulously designed and a delight to behold, and Tati's performance as Monsieur Hulot (the titular uncle) is charming as always. I especially adore the contrast between the traditional and modern Paris, as well as the unconventional sound mixing that refuses to privilege dialogue, leaning into cinema's strengths as a visual medium.

Jules and Jim (1962, dir. François Truffaut)

This is by far my most recent watch on this list and it's still kind of percolating in my head but I loved it when I watched it and my fondness for it has been growing daily. It has that charming, youthful irreverence that the French New Wave is so known for, as well as one of the most complex depictions of a female character I've seen in french cinema.

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962, dir. Robert Aldrich)

Bette Davis is one of my all time favorite actresses and this is one of my all time favorite performances. She puts everything into this role and the rest of the film compliments her perfectly; it's funny and dark, tragic and absolutely unhinged. And Joan Crawford is good too, I guess.

Tokyo Olympiad (1965, dir. Kon Ichikawa)

This blew my mind when I first watched it, seeing what incredible feats documentary filmmakers were capable of so early on in the genre's history. It is also the perfect counterpoint to Riefenstahl's earlier documentaries about the Olympic games; where she emphasized nationalism and feats of strength, Tokyo Olympiad focuses on the humanity of it and the power this event has to bring us together. Probably my favorite section of the film focuses on an athlete who was the sole representative of his newly independent country and who did not qualify for the finals in his field (unfortunately I don't remember the country or the sport). But just the fact that he made it to the Olympics, that he got to represent his country on the world stage, is an incredible feat in and of itself, and the film recognizes this.

The Wild Bunch (1969, dir. Sam Peckinpah)

This movie is everything a western should be - exciting, violent, and deeply critical of the ugly history it is depicting. The characters are not good people but they are compelling and incredibly fun to watch.

Woodstock (1970, dir. Michael Wadleigh)

Another mindblowing documentary that pushes the ability of the medium to its limits. It captures a unique moment in time, a spirit of rebellion and hope for the future that unfortunately feels worlds away from our current cultural landscape. It is also an incredible display of the emotional power of music. I cried during Janis Joplin's performance and it felt impossible to match, but then it is immediately followed by Jimi Hendrix and I could feel my soul descend to a higher plane of existence. It is my life's goal to see this film in the theater.

In the Realm of the Senses (1976, dir. Nagisa Ōshima)

Everything is sex, except sex, which is love and beauty and death all intertwined and impossible to separate.

Atlantic City (1980, dir. Louis Malle)

Rarely has a setting felt so integral to a film. Everything from the story, to themes, to the characters revolves around and is subservient to the setting of a declining Atlantic City whose glory days are far behind it. It is also a microcosm of American society at large, at least as people were experiencing it in 1980 (although it's pretty relevant today, I would say).

Gallipoli (1981, dir. Peter Weir)

This is the movie that definitively convinced me that anti-war films are indeed possible to make, just not in Hollywood (Come and See had me thinking this, but Gallipoli proved to me that it wasn't a unique feat of just one film). We barely see the war in this movie but it is all about the incredible tragedy of it.

Koyaanisqatsi (1982, dir. Godfrey Reggio)

I was completely expecting this movie to put me to sleep and instead, it was one of the most viscerally intense and haunting viewing experiences of my life. It is hypnotic in the very best way and somehow captures the ennui of modern life without a single word being spoken.

Paris, Texas (1984, dir. Wim Wenders)

This film is an intoxicating mixture of tenderness and brutality, and a deeply moving depiction of our longing to reach out and connect to one another. This is the other film on the list I got to see in the theater and the cinematography was absolutely breathtaking on the big screen.

Trust (1990, dir. Hal Hartley)

This is such a delightfully strange film, almost but not quite set in our reality. The strangeness makes the gentleness of the love story all the more touching; this is one of those movies that makes me happy to be alive.

Safe (1995, dir. Todd Haynes)

I have been kind of obsessed with this movie since I saw it, so much so that it will actually be a focal point in my master's thesis. Everything in the film, from the cinematography to the soundtrack to, especially, Julianne Moore's performance, builds to this overwhelming sense of anxiety and dread, and Haynes' refusal to give an easy answer (or any answers at all) makes it all the more unsettling.

Scream (1996, dir. Wes Craven)

I do like scary movies, yes. I especially like movies that are scary, funny, and feature a bloody final girl and (more than) a touch of homoeroticism.

The Blair Witch Project (1999, dir. Daniel Myrick, Eduardo Sánchez)

Look at that, another scary movie! I am probably more susceptible to this movie's attempts at scares than most viewers, because I've only very recently started to build any kind of tolerance for horror, but it got me so good. The simplicity just makes it better; it may only do one thing but it does it very, very well.

Dancer in the Dark (2000, dir. Lars von Trier)

I'm always kind of hoping when I watch a new Lars von Trier movie that maybe I won't like this one, because I don't know what it says about me that I enjoy his films so much but I know that it can't be good. But this movie belongs just as much to Björk, who gives an incredible acting performance and an all-time great vocal performance. I was left a sobbing wreck; to this day, just humming 'The next to last song' to myself brings a tear to my eye.

Volver (2006, dir. Pedro Almodóvar)

Penélope Cruz is a revolution in this movie, my god. She brings the emotional sincerity that the film needs to keep its elaborate plot grounded. As always, I appreciate Almodóvar's clear love for strong and complicated women, as well as the often messy relationships between them.

Phantom Thread (2017, dir. Paul Thomas Anderson)

I love a good twisted love story and it is beautifully told here. Form also compliments function to a tee; a story about an obsessive compulsion to create perfect art is mirrored in the absolutely meticulous cinematography and costuming. Daniel Day-Lewis gives the performance of a lifetime here and while I do miss seeing him in the theater, what a film to end on!

Roma (2018, dir. Alfonso Cuarón)

This is one of those movies where nothing happens, in that there isn't a traditional plot (events still take place, obviously), because it's about life, man. It's a type of film that needs a deft hand and a filmmaker with something to say, and Cuarón has both in spades. Funnily enough, this movie reminds me a lot of Paris, Texas; it has that same mix of tenderness and harshness that compliment each other.

[warrior-of-storms]

I drew people again :) Featuring baby Damian and little Rogue because I wanted to (also bc my sister told me to draw bby rogue and who am I to deny her?)

[narrativeobsession]

@eviji // continued

"i literally don't have problems. i literally- obviously. very obviously don't have problems. i will fuck you up? i don't have problems." Said unproblematically.

[narrativedemanded]

@troublesomecousin was questioned

"do... what do you think would happen if i took nyquil and benadryl at the same time. be honest." Blair's eyes flick upwards to Kevin, the question asked just a bit too innocently.

[lcngdays-arc]

@mr-pulvis // continued

Blair smells pretty strongly of alcohol, but isn't staggering around, so he's probably still got a good handle on himself. He's squinting at Miles now, though, as if he recognizes him from somewhere.

"yeah..." A slow nod. "they were askin' when you'd show up and i just said, hey, i dunno, maybe he's across the street at the serious duck convention an' they all said there was no way."

[thirtecnth]

@endlessreruns / closed event starter / jasper larkin setting: the lake

"Quick, hide me. She's gotta be pissed and I'm trying to stay out of the warpath."

[dearsgcd]

open anyone about the muse blair giana wallace. 22 years old. hit woman, works for her father. tiny but very mighty. connection friend. ex. fwb. fling. enemy. fake dating to lovers.

⸻    "i  am    personally    offended  that  you  didn't  ask  me  to  be  your  plus  one  last  night.  you  cannot  seriously  tell  me  that  they  were  a  more  interesting  date  than  me."

[lovcrsrock]

continued from here for @seriallcver !

blair flushed, arms wrapping around stevie's neck as she buried her reddened face in her neck. " i mean it, too. " though her words sounded muffled, the smile on her face rung out through them unmistakably. stevie made her feel light, unburdened, as though all the problems that plagued her were nothing more than inconsequential trifles. " i just wish it could always be like this, you know ? "

[madlyn5ever]

Why is there so little autistic Blair Waldorf content on the internet- she’s SO autistic. I could go in to extensive nearly essay long detail about this.

(My tags are a little aggravated, and I apologize but it angers me so much when allistics shut down someone noticing autistic traits in a character just because it’s a character they like or relate to, and them being autistic would for some reason mean they can’t like them? Or find them relatable? You can like autistic people and relate to them sometimes and no one is gonna assume you’re autistic dude.)

[vitalphenomena]

@narrativeobsession // x

"Portals! Right, right." Darcy, an ardent and avid believer in dimensions beyond our present earthly perceptions, gets excited by this concept and nods emphatically. (It is the only positive reaction Blair has received thus far; Darcy is very on edge and cautious.) Then again, it really just may be that the reflection of Blair's appearance in murky glass looks weird and off-putting to them. Darcy quells her excitement.

"The phenomenon of light can be—complicated. Intense. Difficult to understand. Especially when you consider the electrons, atoms, and molecules that make up an ordinary glass surface, getting all of that involved in how we interact with electromagnetic fields—sorry. Sorry. That's probably the last thing you want explained to you."

[narrativeobsession]

@troublesomecousin // continued

Blair grins when he groans. It's funny to him. Moonbeam hadn't appreciated his puns. But Kevin did. One friendship point to Kevin-- and Blair was keeping track of things like that. He liked to keep track of things.

"no i don't do drugs. benadryl doesn't count. neither does cold medicine. if i can buy it at the store it doesn't count." Which isn't entirely how that works, but, hey! Blair never said his ideals had to make sense.

[blairehamilton]

closed starter for @maxdiaz activity: shakespearen showoff

" i used to know all this shit, you know, " blaire whispered to max, eyes locked to where people were answering different questions, questions that blaire knew the answers to at one point in her life. " i took acting classes for years and the first thing, really, that they teach you is shakespeare. " she informed the other casually, shrugging. that was a simpler time in her life, when her mother was still alive and she was actually happy. they were one big happy family at that point and blaire missed it. " i could have won this thing back in the day, i'd be much better than the amateurs up there. " harsh but true, blaire leaned typically more on the blunt side because she knew she was talented. her attitude wouldn't get her anywhere big time, but she didn't care. she'd been through a lot in life and was just over it.

[genovevaxmarrero]

starter for @blairehamilton

kismet harbor's 100th annual winter festival - ornament and wreath making

Genoveva had worked in the morning, running the morning news as she did most days a week. She had taken a small nap after and was feeling energized to get out and explore Kismet Harbor's winter festival. Though it rarely snowed, she loved that Kismet Harbor still got very into the winter holiday with decorations and even providing fake snow for children and adults alike to get the experience of a full-blown winter. She always made an ornament and had decided to go to that first before getting something to eat. Genoveva was standing at the ornament selection and sigh passed over her lips. "I always have a such a hard time deciding what color to go with," she said to the person standing next to her. "What color are you thinking?"

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @persephonyed

"are you gonna freak out if i try to kiss you?" the question rory had intended to ask came out different than what she'd been asking in her head. "i mean — i'm not like... pfft, i'm not just gonna do it. obviously i'd ask. i'm asking?"

[lcngdays-arc]

@bloodrodeo // continued

Blair watches Trent. He suddenly sees him much better, now that the overhead lights are gone. It was just one of those weird things that he could do now. See better in the dim light, and see well in the dark. He keeps his gaze slightly down, though, not wanting the thin thread of light that still came in through the windows to catch his eyes and reflect back. Sure, Trent had seemed open enough to the fact that Blair had studied the paranormal, but how open would he be to knowing just how deep that research had gotten?

"no other candles, huh?" He asks, curling up against the arm of the couch and hugging his knees to his chest. "that's okay. maybe the lights will come back."

Blair hadn't spent much time in Texas. He didn't have any idea how quick the power companies were here at restoring power, and he doesn't feel like asking. The comparison to what he did to X-men does draw a slow smile from his face, however.

"tinfoil hat people are usually just crazy." A pause. "usually. some of 'em are just desperate."