I Ain’t Watching That: The Texas Chain Saw Massacre

I’ve been pretty open and honest on here about my fraught relationship with horror as a genre. During my prime adolescent years, when you’re supposed to be building a solid foundation, I was either not allowed or too scared to be seeing any horror movies. So my adulthood has been mostly spent playing catch-up. Trying to see the most well-known landmarks, acclimatizing myself to Halloween events, making more of an effort to desensitize myself. Part of the reason is just because it’s always felt like a huge pop cultural blind spot. It’s a drag thinking that there’s an entire genre shut off from me on account of I’m so scared. Also since moving to Los Angeles, where the locals go hard into horror stuff for months every year — it’s the closest we get to having seasons here, I guess — it seems like I’ll never have a chance of belonging here unless I get caught up. More than any of that, though, I just want to be a horror fan. When it hits with me, it hits hard, and several of my all-time…