1996 — Nonton Fear

To "nonton" Fear —to sit and watch it in 2024—is to participate in a strange ritual. It is a diagnostic test. Are you watching the rave scene and feeling the butterflies? Are you swooning when he builds the treehouse? If so, the film has already succeeded. It has revealed your own vulnerability.

We watch the mask slip in slow motion. A jealous outburst at a party. A possessive comment about her clothing. Then the gaslighting: "You’re imagining things. I love you. Why are you ruining this?" Nonton Fear 1996

There is a specific, visceral dread that comes from watching a 90s psychological thriller in the age of dating apps and "situationships." We’ve become desensitized to jump scares and gore. We’ve metabolized the true-crime boom. We know the tropes. To "nonton" Fear —to sit and watch it

Fear laughs at that naivety. It shows you that red flags, when waved by a charming, handsome, vulnerable man, look exactly like confetti. Are you swooning when he builds the treehouse