Evil Dead 2 is about all I can take, and there's still a little jumping and clinging to things. Army of Darkness is ok. Death Ship alternated between snark and hiding behind my hands. I whacked a friend in the chest in fright during First Contact when the Borg punch into sickbay the second time I saw it, I had trouble going to the bathroom at night for six months after The Sixth Sense, and I almost drove off the road when some bushes moved on the way home from Signs. I'm a movie wuss.