My Friend Dahmer, an adaptation of the 2012 graphic novel by Derf Backderf (a nickname, but it’s in the film credits, so my hands are tied here), is one of these. But once in a while, there comes a film that raises the question so forcefully, it’s impossible to ignore. It’s no fun to enter a movie-viewing experience asking, “Does this movie need to exist?” and I would never prescribe it as a habit. Get comfortable, put the kettle on, check the closet for ghosts, then find a hand to squeeze until the bones pop. We’re calling this series Hold My Hand, as we look at films you might want to watch with a supportive viewing partner. The choice is fear ! We’ve decided to embrace the season by taking in as many new horror movies as possible and reporting back on which ones are worth your time.
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