My father gave my sister and I a kiss. And then left the room. I was 4. Sandra was 3. We heard something. In the room. A breathing. And then a strange heavy voice. We both screamed.
My father hadn’t left the room. But of course we didn’t know that. We thought there was a monster with us.
Pan’s Labyrinth is a horror movie. Created in the mind of a young girl. It is a layered film. It is not a comic book. In the horror, there is something profound.
This is not for children.
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