Bringing On The Fear: Part 1 -- Hoodies Are NOT Recommended..

When I named this blog back, oh... 3 and a half years ago, it took me awhile to come up with something as catchy as Fascination with Fear. (Just kidding... it took about five minutes, because I really didn't imagine anyone reading it anyway - thank goodness it doesn't sound too awful.) But lately, in this floundering world of crappy horror remakes and 3D extravaganzas I've been searching for something that actually does scare me.

So instead of picking films in particular that give me chills, I decided to broaden the spectrum a bit and kind of categorize my fear. Hence, the first installment of an ongoing feature that looks into what actually alarms, panics, chills, and downright terrifies me. Though it won't always be elements of horror movies, this go-around certainly is.

First up: A covered head.

Someone wandering around with their head covered in something freaks me out. Not necessarily a mask, as we might come to that later. But for example, Jason is by and far much scarier to me in Part 2 than he is in any of the other sequels in which he wears his signature hockey mask.

So here goes:



This guy from The Strangers just gives me a major case of the willies. Maybe it's the damn tie and jacket even more than the burlap mask, but this dude has it all going on.



Seriously one of the scariest things to come out of Norway is this freak from Cold Prey.
Nice 'stache!



I'm not a fan of kids. Not just in movies, mind you. But in this movie in particular (The Orphanage), I am freaked out to the 'nth degree by him just standing there!



Told ya. (Jason, Friday the 13th Part 2)




Weird little bastard from Trick 'r Treat wigs me out big time. More with the sack-head than his gruesome pumpkinhead. Much more so.



Ahhhhhh! Dark Night of the Scarecrow! This has the added fear luxury of standing alone out in the cornfield, scaring the bejesus out of me. More to come on that particular fright.



And yes, I know this is technically a mask, but damn! Probably has more to do with the grunting and the freaky backwoods inbred facial issues than anything else, but that facial covering.... Freaks. Me. Out. (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre)



And that brings us to Hostel. This poor fellow with the sack over his noggin is heading (pun intended) for a bad deal. See, it's not always the bad guy that can get under my skin.

Yes there are probably some I've forgotten no doubt but this is enough creepiness for one evening.