When I was about three or four, I stayed up to watch a movie on late night TV. The movie was called Visage, and it was about this 17th century painter who would paint his subjects by reflecting their faces through a series of mirrors. By adjusting the angles of the different mirrors, he could distort the faces in a variety of different ways. The movie opened with a montage of these distorted-face paintings. Some had one eye. Some had gaping, twisted mouths. They were all quite revolting and disturbing. Thinking back on that night, it dawned on me that this was why I had frequently had nightmares about seeing a movie with disturbing faces in it. It was all drawing on this memory of this movie I had seen as a child.