My younger brother would argue that point. Ca late 1940s, he, my sister and I saved up a hard-earned 20c apiece (redeeming glass soda bottles at .02 each) and went to see "The Mummy" (1932) with Boris Karloff. Everything was OK - at first. We were getting the crap scared out of us, and enjoying every moment. However, when the mummy came up the gravel driveway after one of the archaeologists, my brother went "YAAAAH!" and bolted out of the movie house. We went out after him but when we tried to get back in, the ticket guy said no way - 20c shot to Hell. We beat on my brother from 18th to 22nd Street (NYC). When things calmed down, he said he was OK until he heard the sound of the mummy dragging his foot over the gravel, then he snapped. (It wasn't until the late night movies of the '50s that we found out how it all turned out.)
To get back on topic:
Ebb Tide (1937)
Of Mice and Men (1939)
Grapes of Wrath (1940)
Maltese Falcon (1941)
Double Indemnity (1944)
Best Years of Our Lives (1946)
Three Strangers (1946) a sleeper, with Peter Lorre and Sydney Greenstreet
Now, that’s a funny story!
Great story,Funny as heck.