Love Quote by Yvonne Strahovski

There is something bracingly honest about an actor admitting she goes to horror for the same reason everyone else does: not to be edified, but to be temporarily hijacked. Strahovski stacks the sentence with small insistences - "I love it. I love it". - like she’s preempting the eye-roll that still follows grown adults, especially women in Hollywood, confessing to tastes that aren’t tasteful. The repetition reads less like PR and more like permission: it’s OK to want art that just hits the nervous system.

The key phrase is "good, freaky". Not elevated horror as cultural credential, not trauma-as-metaphor, but the craft of being unsettled. "Good" signals discernment; "freaky" signals surrender. That tension is the subtext: horror is the rare mainstream genre that rewards both connoisseurship (how well did it build dread?) and pure bodily reaction (did it make you squirm?).

"To tune out and be freaked out" lands as a neat cultural diagnosis. We live in an era where entertainment is often optimized for multitasking, discourse, and self-branding. Horror demands the opposite. In a theater, lights down, phone away, you submit to a machine designed to take control of your attention. For an actress whose job is to be watched and interpreted, choosing an experience where she can simply be acted upon carries its own quiet appeal.

It’s also a small defense of cinema itself: horror is one of the last reliable reasons people still go out, together, to feel something sharp in real time.