Is Ringu aka The Ring, Euro? I did try staying awake for that, but it was so late, even for me and my owl-like tendencies, that I snored off. It looked pretty creepy and well made, so I wouldn't mind trying again at a slightly more congenial hour.
Moehat: back in 1963 or 64, my mother and I were staying with two Cockney ladies who'd bought a rather remote cottage in North Devon. We went into Plymouth to see The Birds, which impressed us all. By the time we got back to the cottage it was dusk and Muriel, the older of the two, went out to the shed to haul in coal for the sitting-room fire. I was interested in the wildlife around the place, and had gone out to make owl calls (yes, I know - I also did bat calls!). There was a shout near me of "OMIGAWDDD!" and Mother and Muriel's friend were amazed to see her come crashing through the scullery door, minus the coal scuttle, yelling, "Gawdawmighty! There are bloody owls out there! We never have owls! You'll have to get the bloody coal yourselves!"