Funnily enough, watching such 'irredeemable' material never made me want to mug, mutilate or murder. Fantasy, no matter its pretensions to authenticity, remains fantasy. This I knew from living in Belfast. A vampire's kiss is nothing compared to the damage 5lbs of gelignite can do. Horror movies don't impact on reality; they're a refuge from reality, a chance to discharge the dark.
This is lost on moral panic-mongers, the types who originally got the 'video nasties act passed in the mid-Eighties. The fact that the level of violent crime has rocketed since (so much for cause and effect) didn't stop a recent replay of the same old 'horror corrupts scare and another level of censorship being imposed on video, this time for generic horror fare already defanged, deballed and depleted by the existing legalisation.
Just clock Needful Things (above). I could take my nieces to it and they wouldn't turn a hair. I mean, Western civilisation must be crumbling if a person can't go to the cinema and puke anymore. . .Reuse content