Considering all the horror movies I’ve seen, I’m a pretty easy jump scare. I can sit through the degraded slasher-film trash of the week, and when that formula shock cut arrives, synced to a bombastic music cue, I’m gullible enough to get goosed. That said, there are only three times in my life when I’ve seen a movie that chilled me to the bone of primal fear. The first one was “Carrie” in 1976. That incredible finale, when Amy Irving’s Sue is reaching down to Carrie White’s grave and Carrie’s