The pendulum of Poe is a story, not a movie (and only a teenagelobostocazzo could bring up something like that... oh well, you’re kind of endearing by now), Romero's zombies are great for subtext, certainly not for tension (ok, Night of the Living Dead was scary 50 years ago, fine... unfortunately, it’s undeniable that in 2016, the “horror” scenes make you feel sorry for them. My God, I haven't seen it in almost 20 years, but they were already sad before they brought down the Twin Towers). And indeed, from the third film onward, they aren’t even horror films anymore, but gore films where tension is disregarded, all done in the name of blood by the liter and exposed guts.
Michele Giasone, I have no idea who he is. I know Jason Voorhees, who is the protagonist of slasher films where, just like in gore, the focus of the work is blood and not fear, and Jason is definitely more splatter than gore. If you pee your pants watching Friday the 13th instead of throwing popcorn and laughing like an idiot, you’re in the wrong profession. Then there’s Michael Myers, who is the exception that proves the rule.
Regarding Count Orlok: well, only two people can bring up Murnau when talking about fear perceived by the viewer: a traumatized 3-year-old kid with a cinephile and foolish father, and someone who feels too much the need to show off that they know something, and who, due to personal deficiencies, constantly quotes every cinematic vision they have. So while one talks about perceived tension in 2016, this one responds by pulling out a masterpiece of aesthetics from ninety years ago that, as it ages, inevitably has nothing to do with tension and terror today—it’s completely irrelevant.
And this is another thing only you can do, teen. But the truly shameful thing is that now you start quoting Halloween (or maybe, who knows, with Michele Giasone you meant Michael Jackson, whatever, in the end, however you look at it, you’re the one who, if he doesn’t always say the wrong thing, turns into a pumpkin, so whatever) after you managed to make the most remarkable blunder of your embarrassing debaser career precisely on Halloween.
A phenomenon, as always.