Analyzing Rhys Definition Of Horror

Hor•ror. Noun. Definition: ‘an intense feeling of fear, shock, or disgust.’ Serial killers, poltergeists, blood and gore comes to mind when people think about horror. Perfect for Halloween, but even then, Rhys prefers Nightmare Before Christmas to Final Destination or Texas Chainsaw Massacre — she loves her sleep and dreams too much to sacrifice them for 90 minutes of pure terror.

Gina Wisker states: “The genre has been labeled as ‘Horror’ only since the emergence of Edgar Allen Poe.” Rhys thinks otherwise. So does Mina. According to its definition, horror has been present since the beginning of humanity. The intangible horrors were in the forms of superstitions, folklores, and religion. The tales parents tell their children to instill

And there begins the debate: which, should they be more fearful of, the intangible or the concrete? Undoubtedly, anything can become horrifying. Rhys’ thought turns to Doctor Who; Weeping Angels, “Don’t blink. Don’t even blink. Blink and you’re dead. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back, don’t look away and don’t blink.” Vashta Nerada, “the shadow that melts flesh,” or “the piranhas of the air.” Steven Moffat definitely knew just how to scare the living daylight out of his

She’s freefalling so hard and fast, but the young woman can’t bring herself to care. Her hunger for knowledge took over once her world realigned itself. She notice a note, written to the side:

“Aristotle suggested that ‘watching tragic drama brings about a catharsis, a kind of purgation of pity and fear. The myth of the monster at the heart of the Labyrinth, on his interpretation, would express and so relieve the fear of unknown horror; and if it is true that we have a hidden terror of killing our own fathers, then the story of Oedipus and Laius at least brings it into the open.” I admit, it is a sublime pleasure to save people, especially children. I cannot say for certain about killing my own father, but I can say I am more than happy to depose a strigoi or two.

Never, has she entertained the idea of murder of any degree — perhaps the cast of Twilight bar Jasper and a few others. Watching Lily James and Richard Madden play Romeo and Juliet live on stage; reading beautiful and spellbinding stories that leave her with a heavier hear, stuffy nose and tear stained pillows. Yes, there is something bittersweet and cathartic in tragedies. Maybe the Victorians should learn a thing or two from Aristotle. All that extensive repression and overwhelming superego could do with few purges or hundreds. As