It’s the sound of my bubble being burst. I was told The Woman in Black by Susan Hill was a ghost story that would scare the non-plaid pants off me. Instead, I found it entertaining but nary a goosebump.
I think I don’t have the subtlety to appreciate a good ghost story. They’re too delicate. I need punched in the face (we’re speaking figuratively, Rocky).
At the same time, I can’t stand blood and gore. So, unsubtle but no actual violence.
*pop* *pop* *pop*
There’s a stage version that has been running non-stop in the UK for some years that is guaranteed to remove the pants of the least subtle of audients.