I used to love flipping through cable channels on Halloween as a kid looking for spooky flicks. Be it teens fleeing from hockey-masked bogeymen in the woods or suburban families exorcising demons from their home—I craved films that caused a hasty retreat under the covers. Idiots getting sliced from stem to stern was fine too, though. Part of the fun of horror is if it’s not scary, you can at least laugh at the unintentional absurdity.