When The Exorcist Gave Me More Than Nightmares: The ultimate “memento mori” boner
Horror movies are basically erectile foreplay for the nervous system. When Regan starts levitating in The Exorcist, your body doesn’t distinguish between “demon child” and “sexy danger.” It just floods you with adrenaline, cortisol, endorphins, and dopamine, the same cocktail you get during, well, other exciting activities.