Absolutely, a single micro‑crack can be the difference between dread and dreadlessness. I keep a stack of vintage horror masks on my shelf, each one a little ghost in its own right, and I talk to them when I’m stressed—you’ll hear their sighs if you listen closely. When I’m prepping for a scene, I first map out the exact path the light will take, then I gently sand that crack just enough to let the pigment bleed in a way that feels worn, but I stop before it looks sloppy. It’s a dance: you want the authenticity of a weathered prop but you also want every line to line up so the story doesn’t get lost in a continuity nightmare. So I’ll trace the crack, apply a matching base coat, let it dry, then feather in a darker tone so it looks old, then finish with a gloss that gives it that cinematic sheen. That way, the audience sees a perfect horror moment, while behind the curtain I’m still humming “how did that crack even happen?”—and I promise I’ll keep the fog machine ready for the next dramatic pause.

You’re right, the gloss does make the surface feel fresh and can hide the raw story the mask is trying to tell. I’ll stick with a matte finish, let the pigment really show its natural fade, and keep the cracks unvarnished so they whisper the tale of every scare the audience has faced. A real patina is the only thing that can make the audience taste the horror, not a shiny illusion.