Horror movies make my life better. I would assume this isn’t exactly the same reaction most get from this art form but I really do think sometimes that without horror movies my life would be substantially less interesting.
(I promise this has to do something with Oxford but it involves some back-story for those who don’t know)
Last year, I lived with a good friend of mine, Missy, who was about as obsessed as I am, if not more, with all of the greatest horror movies known to mankind so my obsession became progressively worse as our year living together grew longer. Not to mention, I also blame my mother who is from New Orleans and therefore has all kinds of creepy running through her veins and an unhealthy addiction to the absurdly terrifying.
Well, yesterday in Oxford, I was lucky enough to meet a group of Brits at a pub who effortlessly met my criteria for English acquaintances: 1) about my age 2) relatively interesting 3) not an overly orthodontic tooth to be seen. We got to talking which mostly consisted of them telling my roommate and I how strange American vernacular is. How “gas station” is “petrol” and “SUVs” are “four wheels” (and only driven around by stupid Americans who move here- which I could not agree with more). Anyways, we got to talking about zombies (naturally, of course) and horror movies. And although I was not THAT surprised how impressed they were with my knowledge, it was entertaining to see the American films they love here which I would consider pretty terrible cinematic experiences in the US. Then, one of the boys asked me if I had every seen the movie “Sore.” I, not understanding which was a common thread to much of our conversation, asked, “Sore, like open sore” (graphic, I know). And he said “Yes, you know, the movie where the guy puts other guys in terrible situations and makes them try to figure out how to get out alive.” Then I said, “Do you mean SAW?” He laughed and agreed and as he mocked me for talking like a cowboy, realized how dreadful the American (most especially Texas) accent is.
Thank you again Oxford for making me feel charming and like a fool all at the same time.
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