How often, exactly, do folks lose their cell signal in horror movies?
Which is sort of funny but mostly fascinating. Pop horror is so rooted in isolation that it can’t function in a connected world, that it has to go out of its way to shut down communications. I wonder if that need for/fear of isolation has intensified over the past decade (all of the films in the montage are post-2000), or if people are just using the ’80s horror template loooong after its expiration date.
On a related note, I’m working on a review of Jennifer’s Body, a film all about the terrors of proximity. It’s also one of the few horror movies I’ve liked recently. How about that?