I found my
keys, cracked the Pedialyte, tossed the bags in the back, kissed the misses, revved the engine, and drove the speed limit to our
final destination.
This is exactly the sort of film I needed to see at that point in time; it was a wake - up call, a reminder that not all horror was the
Final Destination series, that I didn't need to watch every supernatural horror flick (see: The Eye, The Grudge, The Skeleton
Key etc.) the studios pushed out every year — even though there was nothing wrong with enjoying them — and that there was an expansive and varied world of horror out there.