When I was growing up, The Exorcist (1973) was one of the most terrifying films I had ever seen, not for gore, but for pure, soul-shaking fear. Watching it felt like crossing a line you couldn’t uncross; it's a horror movie that left a mark on me. So when my 14-year-old daughter casually said she’d never seen it, I figured it was time. I expected terror. Instead, 45 minutes in, she turned to me and asked: “When does something happen?”
And just like that, one millennial’s best horror movies became Gen Z’s “this movie’s buns.” She tells me "buns" is bad. So, let's break down my experience watching one of my favorite horror movies with my daughter.
