On Halloween in 1999, my father and I headed to our old Regal Cinemas that was transformed into a church. This was the first year of viewing a new horror film on Halloween every year. This was a couple of weeks after we viewed the remake of The Haunting (1963). Both films were good film choices, but ultimately House on Haunted Hill won for our Halloween viewing. This is not to say the remake of The Haunting is awful, but House on Haunted Hill has always been my favorite of the two films.
When the original Final Desintation (2000) arrived in theaters, I remember hearing my first review from Justin Timberlake and Lance Bass. They revealed their feelings during a MTV special to promote their launch of the No Strings Attached album. The two were adamant that if someone was already afraid of flying this film would amplify their fears. Despite never the fact I have never flown I ventured to the movie theater one late afternoon. I quickly developed more of a fear of omens instead of flying instead. However, I cannot say that my first ambition was not to book a flight to Hawaii after viewing the feature.