In 1972 when I was 16, two girlfriends dared me to join them at the movie theater to see "Last House on the Left." It is a sadistic slasher film that, I learned years later, had raised the bar. They knew I was anti-gore and anti-violence when it came to just about anything, especially with regards to what I watched on the big screen. I had always been, for lack of a better description, overly empathetic.
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