There are so many things like I like about horror movies. They scare me, they make me laugh, they disturb me, they sometimes disgust me, and they make me squirm and squeal with fear and delight. The most important element for me is that horror is escapism. Life can be downright hell (I’ve been through a lot), but horror helps me expunge all the negativities of reality through a cathartic experience. This is why it feels strange writing a review of The Girl Next Door for HorrorMovies.ca. While it does satisfy some of the qualities of horror, The Girl Next Door is not meant at all as escapist. It is quite the opposite, forcing you to look into the faces of abusers and their victim, knowing all the while that this film is based on true events.
