So here are some of the most tense, shocking, and terrifying home invasion movies ever made. Others take the conventions and put their own spin on them, throwing in gimmicks and twists to keep audiences guessing.īut in all cases, the scares ultimately come from the same, terrifying place: In short, as long as people have homes, we'll be watching them get invaded on screen. Some use it as part of a wider story rather than the entire focus, building up to home invasion scenes or using them to develop the plot or characters. Of course, not all films that use home invasion are as simplistic as that. This is the one sub-genre that can actually be even more effective when watched at home than in a theater, the claustrophobia of that single, enclosed setting creating some incredibly effective and terrifying movies. It's quick and cheap to make, and let's face it, the economics of the horror genre are what has made it such an attractive arena for so many cash-strapped filmmakers over the decades.īut while there are many terrible home invasion movies that offer little more than this set-up, it's this very simplicity that also makes it so effective. In its most basic form, all that is really needed are two characters and one location-a home, its owner, and an invader. On a purely practical level, it's easy to see why writers and directors are so drawn to these films. The idea of very bad people entering our homes with the intent of doing very bad things to us is one that horror filmmakers have returned to again and again over the years, and no matter how many times we see a similar story play out, it continues to be an incredibly potent viewing experience. It's a sub-genre that uses an incredibly straightforward premise and yet taps into the most primal fear for so many of us. Dean Goodwin, 32, turned up at my flat, in Poole, Dorset, unannounced at 2.45am and forced his way inside. So I do.There are few types of horror film more simple, yet more scary, than the home invasion movie. Most people feel safe in their own home, but I can no longer bear to step foot in mine after being brutally raped and imprisoned for five hours by an intruder. If they don’t, then may stern justice prevail over mercy.Īs for me, I remain straight to this day, though I occasionally spice up my sex life with homosexual encounters. Life is messy, but I had to pick myself up from the dirt and live. If perceptions diverge, then these distinctions should be acknowledged in educating young males about their gender privilege. I would like to merely question the perceptions of penetration upon male and female bodies, and also upon white and colored bodies. I share my experience not to challenge the authenticity of rape traumas or condone the atrocity of perpetrators. The global obsession with chastity seems driven not only by evolutionary biology of genital infections and paternal uncertainty, but by the patriarchal structures that sought to ensure male domination over female bodies. In contrast to Dionysian Greeks, Christians espoused sacrosanctity of the body and paranoia over organs of pleasure, while also preaching confession and forgiveness. I don’t think the ancient Greek philosophers and Japanese samurais who were anally penetrated as boys developed lasting psychological traumas. But I suspect that the intensity of psychological distress may be culturally amplified. I don’t presume to know what it feels like to dwell in a woman’s body and psyche. I did not go through the gauntlet of sterilizing medical and legal procedures. I returned to the Mother Teresa House the next day. The world is not all roses, and the crooked timber of humanity will deflower you if opportunities arise. Curled in a ball and still high, I passed out.įor whatever reason, I haven’t been scathed. I shared what had transpired with fellow Americans at the hostel, and they sympathized by offering more weed.
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