Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer - 30th Scariest Movie of All Time

Okay. This movie is frigging terrifying. Nothing supernatural about it. Just a movie about a guy who happens to be a serial killer. So why is it so scary? Because it’s so goddamn plausible. It’s dirty, messy, weird and makes one uncomfortable.

It’s been years since I’ve seen it and I haven’t gone back to it. Why? I’ve seen other movies higher on this list a million more times than this one. So why can’t I go back and visit Henry?

Because he creeps me the fuck out. That’s why. If you drew one of those big charts where you make a circle for each element: my life, professional bowling, people who make cereal, you would find there is very little intersection. But Henry and me? The damn circles have plenty of cross-over. They don’t overlap completely, but because I drive a car, walk around and don’t live in one of those forest fire watch ,I am forced to live in Henry’s world.

Henry could get me. I don’t like the idea of that. I don’t like the idea of there being a bunch of Henrys wandering around without me knowing it. Or rather, knowing it but not being able to figure out who is who. Go ahead, watch the movie. I guarantee you that you’ll never think of someone asking someone to get them a beer the same way again. Goddamn creepy ass movie. Ugh.

The trailer is after the jump. I hate this movie. I might get it on Netflix just so I can not watch it, throw it in the corner, and then pee on it to assert my dominance. I do that.