Let me be right up front about this: I don't really like horror films. Not because I don't think horror is a perfectly valid and deserving genre, either. No, my reason is much simpler than that: I hate being scared. It's true, I am quite possibly the world's biggest wuss when it comes to scary movies. Scary books, I can handle, but put it up on a big screen in the dark, and it freaks me out. When I saw Alien way back in 1979, I had nightmares for years. So it was with some trepidation that I approached the screening of The Descent, Neil Marshall's follow-up to his 2002 werewolf hit Dog Soldiers.
All I knew about The Descent going in was that it involved caves and cave-dwelling, flesh-eating creatures. Now, given that I am claustrophobic, and given that I also am opposed to cave-dwelling beasties dining on my flesh, this didn't seem a great combination for me. Nonetheless, I soldiered on. And, I have to say, I'm glad I did, because although The Descent scared the pants off me, I also enjoyed it immensely.