Carrie was one of those films that I sort of accidentally saw at a friend’s house, at far too young an age. I was terrified (normal, it’s a horror) but also a bit disturbed (I’m thinking, not normal).

At the time, I was a prepubescent 11 year old, so the whole ‘dirty pillows’ thing completely freaked me out and - I am convinced - had a part to play in my ensuing refusal to accept my developing breasts. They just creeped me out.  I feared growing up.

Now of course, it’ll be doing the same for a new group of adolescents, though not the boobs thing hopefully, just you know, normal scary movie stuff. Especially since the remake of Carrie (in cinemas now) – looks as though it’s been given a touch more Hollywood gloss – starring Chloe Moretz as Carrie and a brilliantly deranged-looking Julianne Moore as Carrie’s twisted, abusive mother (played hauntingly by Piper Laurie in the 1976 original).

But this was when horror movies were an accepted art form in cinema. The film was directed by Brian de Palma and nominated for two Oscars. Now of course, horror scarcely hits cinema screens without a requisite 17 instances of female nudity and an insultingly crude romantic subtext.

Carrie was frightening and so (as is the sign of a great actress) Sissy Spacek was frightening by extension. There was a rawness to her performance, echoed by the lack of any overt beauty styling which would have subverted the awkwardness of the character too much.

"Her expressions teetering on the edge of sanity and the line between good and evil"

What’s most startling about Sissy Spacek’s face as Carrie, especially during the scene in which she is announced prom queen (the tipping point before everything goes tits up, if you’ll excuse the pun) is just how exposed and naked it looks; frighteningly crystal blue eyes curiously devoid of lashes and skin so delicate it looks as though you could blow a hole right through it, her expressions teetering on the edge of sanity and the line between good and evil.

It’s December, so I barely have a freckle to my face now, but a few dots with a soft brown eyebrow pencil is a pretty believable alternative. It was that glacier cherry lip though, that I wanted to get my hands on. And so for this, I reacquainted myself with an old friend, dear Lipcote. Somehow, however, I had forgotten the gigantic burn that inexplicably spreads across the lips on contact. What exactly is in that stuff? Peroxide? And yet, it’s only Lipcote, spread across a dabbed on pinky red lipstick base that can create that artificial glacial-finish.

Sadly for me, but for the benefit of our readers, I stopped short of attacking my face with a super soaker full of fake blood – plus Carrie’s scrubbed clean but gently glossed face is iconic in itself. And I’m not sure it can be bettered.

1. Shiseido Sheer and Perfect Foundation in Very Light Ivory, £29 at John Lewis
2. Sisley Phyto-Sourcils Eyebrow Pencil in Cappuccino, £32.50 at Liberty
3. Clinique All About Shadow Single in French Vanilla, £16
4. Topshop Brow Pencil in Blonde, £6 at Selfridges

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Photography: Hugo Yanguela