Horror, as a genre, certainly seems
like it’s out to prove that no one, anywhere, should have kids, ever. Either
someone is going to steal it and use in some sort of heinous ritual (Rosemary’s Baby), or when it grows up it
will be the son of the devil (The Omen),
turn out to be a murdering psychopath (The
Good Son), or become a total turd (Anything
featuring Ashton Kutcher).
