|A splitting headache, slasher movie style.|
At the time, slasher movies defined horror for me. This was, of course, a pretty narrow definition, but it's a great sub-genre for a budding horror fan to cut his teeth. The simple charms of a slasher movie exist on the surface. Slashers are so beholden to a fixed narrative template that it's easy for nascent film critics to perceive variations to the form. The slashers display a conservative morality that fosters jump scares while avoiding any ambiguity that might render the story more profoundly disturbing. If you do bad things in a slasher, you die - easy peasy. Even the movies' characters tend to be recurring archetypes - jock, joker, slut, virgin - that are instantly recognized and understood.
|Kramer's got nothing on Jason Voorhees|
|There damn well better be cookies and milk . . .|
|A "shot" from Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls (1970)|
|Bag of pot or murder weapon?|
|He Knows You're Alone (1980)|
It's on. Let's get wet . . .
Posted by Brandon Early