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
I’m always wary when a sequel takes it as its mission to explain away any sense of mystery that is prevalent in a movie. The part of Halloween that completely strikes a nerve with me is that Michael stalks Laurie for so long because of a chance encounter. That sort of fragile mental state is unsettling. As much as I enjoy some of the sequels, the motive given to Michael takes a bit of wind out of the movies’ collective sails. Continue reading
Almost everyone that I talk to insists that exercise will make me feel better. I see the logic in it. I mean I don’t want to get winded going up a flight of stairs or have a heart attack before I’m 50. And I like having had exercised, being in shape doesn’t bother me and I enjoy the feeling of accomplishment that goes with it. I just hate the actual process. When I say hate, I mean I loathe it. Continue reading
I sometimes wonder how accurately I’m remembering recess from elementary school. It was 15 minutes of pure chaos that sometimes descended into near race riots. By the school entrance, there were a few adults whose entire function was to yell to students when it was time to line up. During the actual recess time, all the kids ran down to the grass with a football and played something called Kill the Man With the Ball. Continue reading
It’s almost impossible to talk with someone about Friday the 13th Part IV for more than five minutes without discussing Crispin Glover’s spastic dance scene. There’s a good reason for that too. It’s one of the most memorable scenes in the series and there’s really nothing else like it. It’s not just some actor being goofy – that shit is hard to do. Trust me, I’ve tried. I remember showing it to someone who suspected that the camera was undercranked until he realized that other performers in the shot were moving at normal speed. Continue reading
Shoddy dubbing is something that Eurohorror fans have to learn to accept early on. In the heyday of Italian horror, rarely was everyone on the set comfortable speaking the same language. Jessica Harper said that construction was going on during takes on the set of Suspiria. It’s not like there’s a definitive cut of most of these where you can hear all the performers speaking in their native language or anything. So unless it’s a case like Black Sabbath, where there is some pretty intrusive reconstruction going on, I’m not opposed to watching most Italian horror in English. Continue reading