I’ve only found two horror movies that I haven’t been able to watch and or laugh at.
It (because I hate the circus clown face. If he was shredded, bloody and missing an eye, I’d be cool… but the circus paint, no go.).
And, Anabelle. The doll thing is too creepy because when I was a kid, my cousin had this old porcelain doll and we took it outside broke it, and buried it. --my family still refuses to believe us-- but we went back inside and the doll was back on the wall shelf, dirty and her lips had changed from a dark pink to a dark-ish red. We burned that sh!t. But, to this day, over 20 years later, I can not watch the creepy doll movie.
Even worse, my mother bought me one for every birthday until I turned 18.