What is the point of horror when real life is infinitely more horrifying? Your average horror film is like watching the Teletubbies compared to a Mexican cartel torture/execution video. And I don't mean just the violence and suffering, I mean the casualness and banality. Or, to use another example, picture the scene of Roman mining slaves being literally worked to death because the profits of the mines were so large that human life became not worth maintaining, a level of greed that is perhaps unmatched even today.
Was horror unironically invented by sheltered people? What is the analysis?