A Good Drama, But A Bad Horror

Rating: 2/10 (9 May 2015)

I understand that people have different tastes in movies, I have seen this difference in the horror genre more so than any other. But I've gotta say, The Babadook has got to be the worst piece of crap that I have seen in years.
It seems to be the type of film that only horror-snobs could love....and endure.
Since I'm working more and posting less on here, I have seen very few reviews of this movie that seem to be positive. And a scant few negative. I have also seen posters who are sick and tired of even hearing about the movie. This is why I had to see for myself what the fuss was all about.
This movie did not scare, frighten or chill me one single bit. And isn't that the basic reason for a horror film? Isn't that (ultimately) what a frigging' horror movie is suppose to do?
I will never accept psychosomatic, post-traumatic, paranoid-schizophrenic, delusional, post-menopausal disorders as horror movies unless someone is actually killed/slashed as a result. And the only death in this film was the much talked-about (but unseen) death of papa-do-little in a car accident.
And I wanted to kill that kid. If he were my kid I'd be facing first degree murder charges that gets reduced by reason of insanity. I saw more than half-a-dozen reasons that would warrant me ramming my foot in this kids ass. And for that reason, this kid has my props for being a very gifted actor. And the mother was in denial of this little bastard, despite being fully aware of (and also witnessing) many of his destructive actions. Also, she was sexually repressed, post-menopausal and depressed. Watching her as she frantically masturbated turned me on so much that I wanted to jump through the flat-screen TV and give her the beaver-banging that she so desperately craved (and wasn't there an awkward moment when that kid made some sort of sexual advance on her?).
When she finally tried to kill the little bastard, I cheered. "Get that little S.O.B!." I shouted.
This movie was well made, but stupid.
The mother reads a fairytale book about The Babadook. Soon after, the kid starts seeing (and is terrified by) this monster that his mother cannot see. The mother puts him on sleeping-tranquilizers. The tranquilizers work and the kid stops seeing The Babadook. Now the mother only sees The Babadook and the kid doesn't. The kid knows what his mother is seeing (even though he can no longer see) and tries to help.
The Babadook is actually the Father/Husband. They both are simultaneously mourning and swapping delusions. They both wish him back, and have both manifested him in a fk'ed up way. The manifestation of him as evil (I suppose) represents how not letting go is tearing them both apart (booooooring!).
Who cares if my Sigmund Freud psychology is wrong, the movie still sucked as a horror. Had she taken the same drug prescribed for her son then she may have also been cured of her hallucinations as he apparently was. This speaks a lot for prescription drugs (perhaps this film was a subliminal product-placement for pharmaceuticals).
This movie wasn't a horror, it was a movie about coping with the loss of a loved-one.
As a horror, I give it a 2/10, because a horror it ain't.
As a drama, it deserves an 8/10, because, in all fairness, it was good for that category.
But I will never call nor accept this as a true, straight horror film.