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You can't go back. I remember seeing the Vincent Price House on Haunted Hill when I was 5 or so and I had nightmares about it for many years thereafter (the witchy woman in the basement, the floating skeleton, the blood dripping from the ceiling), but watching that movie now just doesn't give the scare, not because of my adult brain, but because I'm so desensitized from the last 30 years of blood and core. Then that horrible remake with the stupid mechanical glass house. Jeez. But if there's an old one on TV, I will watch it while my family pooh poohs them. They just don't get the style and elegance of Vincent Price, Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing, the soft color of those Hammer Studio flicks, the damsels in distress with big hair, and capes. Ha Ha - I'm a sucker for the cape.
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