By Daniel Vlasaty

I’ve been a horror fan for almost as long as I can remember. It started when I was eight or nine when my mom introduced me to horror movies like Rosemary’s Baby and Poltergeist and The Return of the Living Dead. I remember we used to go to the video store every Friday on our way home and we’d both pick out one horror movie and we’d watch them over the weekend and see who picked the better one. Some of them were good, some of them were bad. Most of them were probably movies an eight or nine-year-old kid should not be watching but whatever. Lately, though, I think I’ve gotten kind of bored with the genre. I haven’t really been excited about anything horror related (movies/books/comics) in a long time. Cullen Bunn and Danny Luckert’s Regression is a book that is breaking through that slump. I’m not going to go so far as to say that it’s rekindled my love for the genre, but it’s a solid, creepy-crawly offering in a genre oversaturated with crap, in my opinion.