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Sam Raimi's

is the kind of film that shouldn't be seen alone. Not only because you'll need a friendly forearm to dig your nails into during the scary parts but because it's a movie made to be talked about on the way out of the theater. Between the hairpin twists and turns of the plot and the absurdly high stakes of the outcome (unlike most slasher-movie heroines, Alison Lohman's Christine is trying to avoid not just death but eternal damnation),

puts the viewer through a lot, and after you've lived through it, you feel the need to talk about it with someone else who's done the same. Sadly, I had to see the movie alone at a press screening, and my plans to record a

afterward with a colleague who'd seen it fell through. Now, like the Ancient Mariner, I must roam the world seeking strangers to listen to my tale. For I have a theory about

, one that can only be discussed with others who've seen it. If that includes you, click through for

on a hidden second page. But those who haven't seen it and plan to, be warned: Spoilers lurk beyond.