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A review by Jamie Burchardt
I would’ve loved to be at an understanding age when Orson Welles unleashed his masterpiece “The War of the Worlds” on the radio in 1938. There’s that old and true saying when it comes to horror films, that less is more. Honestly, the scariest thing you and I will ever see is whatever our imagination can design from scratch. Seriously think about it for a second. When we hear that something so god-awful is happening, our psyche goes into the darkest realms, and it pulls out an image that makes us lose our minds and makes us forget to breathe. That’s why Welles’ radio show worked so well. That’s why it terrified radio listeners to the point of causing sheer mayhem.
