Yeah, the husband is an asshole. A dangerous asshole. It really was impressive how misogynistic he managed to be in the space of the first five minutes or so.

Clowns don't bother me. It was the clown's reflection everywhere, slowly reaching out... I still find that creepy. Hmm, this is probably why I don't like looking into a mirror in a dark room. And as a little kid I wouldn't have been able to come up with the theory that the husband's guilty conscience was making him see things.

And even if I had, that "soaking wet" line would've still punched me in the stomach and sent me running for Mommy. ;-)