I must have been eight or nine years old the first time I saw The Poltergeist, which was also the first horror movie I’d ever seen. I didn’t realize — until watching it many, many years later — that it was essentially a Spielbergian horror movie for kids. It wasn’t that scary, but when you’re young, everything is heightened and terrifying, which is why I believe that to get the most impact out of a horror movie, you should be exposed to them at a very young age. Don’t wait until you’re in your 20s to watch the Saw franchise. Watch when you’re 10! It’s so much more traumatic that way.
Many children of the 1980s can trace their coulrophobia back to the original Poltergeist, and that f**king clown. They took something so innocent, and so joyful, and they turned it into an object of horror. Motherfuckers.
The remake, on the other hand, tries to transform a kid’s horror movie into an adult one, and though we all love Sam Rockwell (and my crush on Rosemarie Dewitt is FOR LIFE), I don’t think they’re going to pull it off. I mean, what’s Poltergeist without Zelda Rubinstein? What’s Poltergeist without the real-life curse that plagued many of the actors in the movie? How do they reboot it for 2015? Is the little girl going to get sucked into her smart phone?
Then again, Sam Raimi is behind it, so you never really know.