Scary movies

Many years ago (or a few, depending on your perspective) I enjoyed scary movies. I don't know why. Looking back I can't see what the appeal was. Maybe they were sillier and easier to laugh off when I was younger?
Honestly I think some of it had to do with the depression I struggled with during my late teens and early 20's. I was in such a dark place that maybe the darkness on the screen was just par for the course. I think my devaluation of my self and everyone else around me, of the whole human experience really, made me sort of indifferent to the very graphic depictions of pain and suffering on the screen.
I can't watch those kinds of movies anymore. Time was something like Final Destination was just a good laugh. Now the idea of watching those pretty young actors be dismembered, maimed, eviscerated, and mutilated just hurts something inside of me.
Don't get me wrong. I still enjoy a good thriller or suspense. But slasher movies and their red-headed step-children, the torture porn, I can't do those anymore. The callous disregard for life and the apparent pleasure some people take in watching them die screaming in horrible pain upsets me in a way that I can't describe.
It disturbs me so much that if I watch one I end up having nightmares for weeks.
So I'm not sure what happened. If maybe the lightening of my inner world made it impossible for me to handle the intentional darkness of a scary movie, or maybe having kids made me see their faces on all those screaming actors. I'm not sure, but I don't think I'll miss them. Life is too beautiful and amazing to spend it intentionally looking for the darkness.