This is one woman’s reflection on a masterpiece of horror in her own terms. Might we put away our paranoia and compose ourselves? Unless, of course, there is something to fear, meaning ’tisn’t about paranoia after all.
The movie is about paranoia
I am perfectly composed
You are - as always - missing the point
Sure, pal. Take it easy. Nobody’s trying to take your paranoia away from you. Now, I don’t agree it’s all about paranoia, because their fear is so justified. You can find people that think it’s about paranoia too. Or the clothes, or the keys, or games. Me, I think it’s about the other.