One of the best treats of October is the plethora of horror movies available to fans - at least to those with satellite TV and insomnia.
I finished viewing The Innocents (1961) this afternoon - because it unnerved me too much when I tried to watch it last night ... and the night before. In it, a luminous Deborah Kerr plays a governess charged with caring for two ... precocious children. It wasn't perfect. (The acting too often slipped into a staginess that isn't to my taste.) But, its weirdly sensual tone surprised and unsettled me.
It got me to thinking about the other great, creepy films I've seen - films which linger in my dreams and my fiction. I can feel a top ten (or thirteen) list bubbling in my brain. Help me remember the best of the best.
