October is winding down, meaning one thing—HALLOWEEN. Halloween ranks a close second to Christmas. I take my costume and candy selection VERY seriously. However, I’m not the best company when it comes to watching a horror flick. I do not understand the appeal of spending 90 minutes in a constant state of terror followed by days of residual fear and panic. It is scary enough being a Royals fan in the postseason – why ask for added stress?
Despite my apprehension and better judgment, I’m focusing this blog on a few horror films from my book of ‘must sees’. I’ve locked the doors and made peace with my Maker. Wish me luck!
My spooktacular movie marathon begins with Roman Polanski’s 1968 classic, Rosemary’s Baby. As mentioned, scary movies are not my thing so the genre is largely missing from my famed film library. Therefore, watching Rosemary’s Baby was circling way out of my comfort zone. For those of you with a passion for fright, this film’s got you covered with satanic rituals, secret doorways and eccentric witches. If you are like me and watch a majority of the movie peeking through hand-covered eyes, don’t let yourself miss the film’s backdrop of a magnificent New York City apartment, as well as a leading lady with a wardrobe that is truly on fleek!
That hat. Those boots.
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