...no, I mean "monsters". Take the case of this creature - Frank Yeager. If they'd hired him to wear the Jason hockey mask way back when - and then removed it at the end of the movie for the big shock-reveal.....the MPAA would've taken one look at that mug and pulled their R rating for an NC-17. I would imagine that living next door to a beaut like this would be pretty nerve-wracking, but to have him wander into your real-estate agency on a slow Tuesday afternoon, asking for you to show him a house, would set off every terror-alarm evolution had ever wired into your brain. That's the problem with lumbering outcasts like the Frankenstein monster, seeking love and understanding from an uncaring world.....in the movies there's usually a hunchback whipping him half the time, and only the blind man treats him humanely, so naturally you feel great sympathy for him. In real life, however, he's surrounded by crushed beer cans and he's got a massive hard-on hanging out of his overalls. Which, uh, complicates things somewhat.