the horror! (contest included)
the horror! (contest included)
I dreamed last night that I was in a horror movie. It was a combination of every horror movie I have ever seen, which is a whole heck of a lot.
My love for gory, scary movies was honed at an early age. My mother took me to see Asylum when I was ten years old and I was hooked. When I got older, I would stay up all night sometimes, scanning the channels for late-night, early-morning horror movies on tv. Weekends were the best. Some stations used Saturday afternoons to show nothing but low budget scary movies. And weekday afternoons always brought at least one Vincent Price movie a week.
One Halloween, we caught a double feature of Last House on the Left and I Spit on Your Grave. Two of my friends left the theater at some point, unable to take the sinister undertones of Last House. Another left during Grave, completely shaken by one particular scene in the movie. We stayed in the theater for the midnight showing of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and then went home and spent all night watching badly acted, badly titled gorefests that we took home from the video store we worked in at the time.
Did you ever notice most classic horror movies start off the same way? Teenagers lost on back roads, usually made of dirt, a wrong turn into the woods, arrival at an old house. The house is either abandoned, but inhabited by the spirits of the people who were murdered there at some point, or it is home to a deranged family. Blood, guts and bodies falling from the ceiling ensue. One person out of the original group, usually the best looking girl, is left standing at the end. Just when you think the movie is over, something happens - a moving hand, a voice from the closet, an evil wind - that lets you know this isn't over. A horror movie has not done its job unless you leave the theater wondering what happened next. And you look over your shoulder on the way home.
I think they stopped making them so gory after a while. Frights became psychological at some point. Directors tried to scare you with thought instead of lifeless heads and shooting blood. And of course, the false scares. They messed with your mind. In a way, the mental fright is just as scary as the visual fright, but I still prefer blood and guts. I don't like people messing with my head. Which is why films like Rosemary's Baby or Nightmare on Elm Street scared me, while Evil Dead (my favorite horror movie) was scary in a more entertaining way. Cemetery Man had it all. Horror and gore in a really smart movie that made you think.
I haven't seen a good horror movie in a long time. The first Friday the 13th was the only one in the series I enjoyed. Jason X came out last year, I think, or maybe it's coming to theaters this year, but I won't bother. I don't trust anything that bills itself as a horror movie now. Pitch Black was awful. Jeepers Creepers was the worst movie I ever saw. The only thing that has come close to good psychological thrills was Event Horizon, and that movie was so evil that I will not allow it to be played in my home ever again.
So you were all so good at recommending books, that I'm going to ask you to suggest some horror movies I might have missed. Something that will scare me, disgust me or make me sleep with the lights on at night. Ok, I sleep with the light on anyhow. But you know what I mean. First person to suggest any of the Scream movies gets sporked to death.
I'm going to take your suggestions and watch as many as I can this weekend. Then Justin and I will decide on the best one (that we haven't already seen) and the person that suggested it will win a DVD of Tromeo and Juliet. Go on, scare me!