You know the trope. People (usually the first victims) in horror movies are notoriously genre-blind, have never ever heard of the sort of thing that's preying on the general populace at any given moment, and are blissfully oblivious of the signs that should warn them something is amiss. Thus we get scenes of people trying to "help the injured" zombie, waving aside the weird teeth and curious sleeping arrangements of their host (after all, European nobility is supposed to be eccentric, no?), approaching killer robots convinced it's some sort of ad campaign, and playfully slapping the guy in the hockey mask (holding a rusty chainsaw/machette/meat hook/spoon) on the bum and commenting on the "nice costume" or telling "[insert name of roommate; actually maniac]" to "quit fooling around". Cue gruesome murder. And we point at the poor fool and laugh, cringe or facepalm at their blatant stupidity, and ask ourselves and the filmmakers, "ok for crying out loud, haven't these people ever seen a zombie/vampire/slasher film in their lives, don't those things exist in that universe?", bemoaning their blissful but ultimately fateful ignorance. Forearmed with all the genre knowledge and related trivia, we would never be so unprepared, so naive, so caught with our pants down, hand extended and neck exposed. "If I were in their shoes..." What would you do if you were in their shoes? This video got me thinking: Video here. I don't think I would run. I know raptors don't exist, and I know that thing isn't real, and after the initial shock at seeing something that big jump out from behind a corner, gasp, double take, weakness in the knees, I would most definitely walk closer to check out the "cool costume". And the "awesome special effects". And go and see what it's all about. And, secure in the knowledge that "that sort of thing only happens in movies", I would get messily devoured. Yes, I am the oblivious horror movie victim, I am the "this can't be real" sort of guy, my first response is to go poke at it with a stick (or more likely a finger, whichever gets me more dead in the case it's actually real). I fancy myself rather intelligent - not a complete idiot in any case - but if a horror movie scenario burst around me unannounced, I would bite it like the most oblivious blonde in the tallest, spikiest, unsuited-for-running heels you have ever seen. You'd watch me and go "come on, nobody could be that dumb." Methinks I should start paying more attention to the news. What about you?