I kept waiting for the horror in “Venus in Furs.” It’s listed as a “horror classic” on Netflix, and the premise seems supernatural if less than spooky. Little by little, I became quite aware of the true terror of this film: With every monotone voice-over, I shuddered. With every hamfisted musical exclamation, I cringed. With every wooden expression, I gnashed my teeth. Yes, the true terror of “Venus in Furs” is in how mind-meltingly bad it is. Continue reading