I can watch “body horror” movies all day long and never get squeamish. Gory FX don’t bother me because I know they’re FX. I look at them and wonder how they’ve been created. And I’ve used low-key splatter effects myself. I know the perfect recipe for creating fake blood with glycerin, peanut butter, red food coloring, and chocolate syrup, and the right proportion of mashed bananas to fake blood necessary to achieve the most realistic of fake brains. When it comes to real stuff, though, I’ve got a really sensitive gag reflex. I get grossed-out all too easily.
Take this linked article for instance. “A man hospitalized with mysterious seizures was diagnosed with a tapeworm that had been living in his brain for decades”. I don’t have to see any photos of the tapeworm or the brain for it to make me feel ever so slightly queasy and feel the need to repress a shudder. My Horror geek cred immediately asserted itself, though, when I read the headline, in that the first thing I thought of was THE STRAIN, and how the disease of vampirism in that Guillermo Del Toro and Chuck Hogan franchise was spread by worms. The intellect of the head vampire, even, the evil baddie The Master, was contained in a collective of those worms. A brain-infecting, intellect-damaging parasitic tapeworm is just a little too close to the vampire worms of THE STRAIN for my comfort, y’all.