In this column, I share my love of the new, terrifying horror film "Hereditary" -- and I overshare about a problem I had in high school:
I missed seeing “Hereditary” at Sundance this year, so I was eager to finally see it in its theatrical run, which is now playing.
It’s a horror film that was filmed in Utah — a combination of one of my favorite genres and one of my favorite places — and it’s not only the year’s scariest movie so far, but one of the best, period.
Before I get into some of the specifics of “Hereditary,” like the incredible central performance by Toni Collette, I feel like sharing a rather strange element from my own past I have trouble understanding, which centers around another horror movie starring Toni Collette: “The Sixth Sense.”
The biggest twist is not what happens at the end: It’s how my life got twisted after seeing it. “The Sixth Sense” seriously messed me up.
Here’s what happened. I was writing for the middle school newspaper, and my assignment was to write a personal column about movies (I got the bug early). It was 2000 or 2001, and “The Sixth Sense” was new on VHS tape, so I was given the assignment to go watch it and write something about it.
I only accepted the assignment because I assumed my parents would make me turn it down again. But that day after school, the conversation didn’t go as planned.