Probably the number one question I get asked in life (besides "Yo, Eddy, what the hell is on that sandwich?") is "What's your favorite horror film?" My knee-jerk response is, of course, Halloween -- I'm obsessed with John Carpenter, Donald Pleasence is nothing but fun to watch, and though I have the entire movie memorized, I never, ever get bored of it.
"The evil is gone from here!"
But every once in awhile -- even at this time of year, when all's I wanna do is mainline candy corn and park my ass at every dang midnite-movie spook show in town, and god bless San Francisco, there's a living-dead army of 'em -- I get the urge to raid my bookshelf for some supplementary reading. Bios of horror filmmakers have always been a favorite. Read one with a gruesome enough cover and you just might discourage that fellow Muni rider from leering at you from across the aisle (no promises, though).