I’m not sure when that moment is between when we are kids trying to seem older and when we become adults hoping we can still pass for 5 or 10 years younger. We always want to look like we’re in our prime. I’m just not exactly sure when that prime is. I’m guessing it’s somewhere in out 20s.
Growing up, I always looked young. This isn’t as cool as it sounds. What 13 year old wants to look 10? The payoff was always going to be how gracefully I aged. Somehow in the intervening years, I either skipped or didn’t notice when I was the optimal age outwardly. As I notice gray creeping into the hair on my head and the stubble on my chin, I think it’s ridiculous that I ever desperately wanted to look older. Why not just enjoy my youthful appearance and go compete against younger kids? Surely creaming some elementary school kid would be good for a junior high school ego. Continue reading
Halloween is so beautifully paced that the viewer always gets a little bit of time to settle between spooky incidents. There’s never enough time to be boring, but enough to maximize the effect of the low key scenes. Something as simple as Michael watching Laurie in broad daylight while she’s at school is kind of unsettling. Continue reading
I have a confession to make – I like looking at naked women. I’m not even talking in an artistic or sophisticated way like you might see in a Radley Metzger film, not always at least. What I’m talking about is unapologetic and crass. It’s just naked women. I know that this can justifiably be perceived as sexist, objectifying, and offensive but that primordial jelly part of my brain just doesn’t care. To deny this in the face of political correctness would be dishonest and if there’s anything that I value here, it’s honesty. Honesty and nudity. Continue reading
I’m not an outdoors-y person at all. I do love camping though, and I’m pretty sure this comes from my complete adoration of 80s camp set slasher movies. The more a campground looks like something I saw in Friday the 13th, Sleepaway Camp, or The Burning, the more likely I am to completely fall in love with the place. Continue reading
Slasher fans tend to be pretty forgiving of lapses in logic. We kind of have to be. Some of my favorite movies have pretty baffling things going on. These are the moments that detractors of the genre have the hardest time accepting. I don’t blame them; but if you love slashers enough (especially slashers from the early 80s), you get it. There’s more to love than just the traditional attributes that make a good movie. Continue reading
Growing up, I always considered myself the expert on the genre. Looking back, it seems that it was probably more by default than anything else. I didn’t meet anyone else who liked horror more than casually until high school.
There were a few more horror fans in college, but most people there were more into flavor of the moment stuff. I probably sound like a snob here, but the majority of these people had just gotten into film when it was time to decide on a major. They tended to pick a few classics in addition to The Godfather, Goodfellas, and maybe some Tarantino movies to go along with a David Fincher infatuation (Fight Club came out at the beginning of my third year). Continue reading
I’ve heard George Romero say that he doesn’t like to give large groups of extras explicit directions on how to walk like zombies because they’ll all do the same thing. Makes sense, choreographed zombies would probably look like the Thriller music video. Part of the fun of watching his Dead movies is watching out for all the distinctive ghouls on display. This is never more apparent in Dawn, where the make up for most was just mild discoloration. It was really the costumes or the body language that made the zombies memorable. It’s pretty hard to forget the fat shirtless guy bumping his belly against the glass doors or the hare krishna busting into the store room. Continue reading