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Monday, December 23, 2013

CinemaBeach: And A Scary New Year


My CinemaBeach roundup of the best and worst in horror in 2013 is up! Check it out!

This is but a taste test for my massive end-of-the-year roundup that I'll be posting on New Year's Eve, covering topics all over entertainment including television and music and everything you've ever wanted. I'm very excited and you should be too.

In the meantime, here is this! Yay!

As the year draws to a close, what else is a self-respecting horror blogger to do than create a list of their favorite genre films of 2013? Unfortunately for many, mainstream horror was an absolute bust with only one bland wide release horror film (the Carrie remake) in the whole of October. I’d at least prefer two bland wide release horror films, thank you very much.
But fortunately for us here at CinemaBeach, the indie world has been filled with vibrant and exciting films, both excellent and terrible. With a couple wide release films thrown in for kicks, here’s the Five Best and Worst Horror Films of 2013!
THE BEST
#5 Stoker (dir. Park Chan-wook)
Although Stoker‘s narrative was flimsy at best, South Korean director Park Chan-wook’s first English language film is filled to the brim with his remarkable visual style. Under his strong guiding hand, Stoker is a mini masterpiece of atmospherics.
Read my original review here.
#4 V/H/S 2 (dir. Simon Barrett, Jason Eisener, Gareth Evans, Timo Tjahjanto, EdĂșardo Sanchez, Adam Wingard)
Although it still favored jump scares over true horror, V/H/S 2 is an adrenaline-fueled found footage nightmare anchored by Gareth Evans’ 45 minute demonic cult opus “Safe Haven.”
Read my original CinemaBeach review here.
THE CONJURING
#3 The Conjuring (dir. James Wan)
James Wan’s style is utterly derivative but he pulls from so many sources of such quality that this film becomes something new and exciting in and of itself. And the fact that he’s bringing classic haunted house movies to modern audiences in a big (and mostly terrifying way) is a great benefit to the horror community.
Read my original review here.
#2 100 Bloody Acres (dir. Cameron & Colin Cairnes)
This Aussie flick is simultaneously a loving sendup of the backwoods torture genre and a hilarious horror flick that derives as many laughs from the characters as the buckets of blood.
Read my original CinemaBeach review here.
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#1 You’re Next (dir. Adam Wingard)
You’re Next is the film that restored my faith in modern horror. Simultaneously terrifying and sharply satirical, this nostalgic slasher revenge home invasion flick doubles as a biting family comedy and features one of the most memorable Final Girls of the form.
Read my original review here.
WORST
#5 All the Boys Love Mandy Lane (dir. Jonathan Levine)
One of the most hotly anticipated slashers of 2013, Mandy Lane had been struggling to get released since 2006. Unfortunately it turns out that the reason it wasn’t being distributed is a good one. It’s an OK slasher throwback, but it is underwhelmingly written, performed, and acted.
Read my original review here.
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#4 The Purge (dir. James DeMonaco)
Another of the biggest disappointments of the year, The Purge had a creative premise and lots of potential, but squandered it on a routine home invasion pic that was tiring even by the standards of that genre with writing too hamfisted to even be worthy of a soap opera.
Read my original review here.
#3 Texas Chainsaw 3D (dir. John Luessenhop)
Rife with plot holes (my favorite being that, according to the prologue, the teen protagonist is about 39 years old) and a bothersome cast picked for solely aesthetic reasons, Texas Chainsaw 3D is one of the most inscrutable films of the year and isn’t even redeemed by the gore, which is rendered in cheap 3D CGI.
Read my original review here.
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#2 Insidious: Chapter 2 (dir. James Wan)
An utterly utterly stupid movie. James Wan and Patrick Wilson must have used up all their “good haunted house movie” juju on The Conjuring. Despite two or three very effective scare sequences, Insidious: Chapter 2 utterly fails to recapture the PG-13 magic of the admittedly flawed original.
Read my original review here.
#1 Escape From Tomorrow (dir. Randy Moore)
A brief look at my online history would show that I gave Escape From Tomorrow a halfhearted but mildly positive review. I did so because I didn’t hate sitting through the film, having amused myself by deciding which parts were shot in Florida and which in Anaheim (my hometown). But the story itself is a hallucinogenic travesty of a narrative that managed to convince critics it must have deep themes because of the sheer amount of work that went into its production. Unfortunately, this is not true. It is shallow tripe and I have yet to come across a single audience member who had a nice thing to say about it.
Read my original CinemaBeach review here.
As the infinite promise of 2014  approaches (including, count ‘em, two Paranormal Activity films), dust off your resolutions, think of all the great films you have to look forward to and the mass of garbage you’ll leave behind in 2013, and face it all with a smile on your face. Happy End of the Year, everybody!
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Thursday, September 12, 2013

CinemaBeach: God Save the Sluts and the Whores

Prom Night IV: Deliver Us From Evil

Year: 1992
Director: Clay Borris
Cast: Nikki de Boer, J. H. Wyman, Joy Tanner
Run Time: 1 hour 32 minutes
MPAA Rating: R

The Canadian Prom Night franchise is one of my absolute favorites. Having dedicated my life to watching a series of weird and terrible movies, these films always deliver. Why, you ask, did I decide to write about the fourth one when you, dear reader, almost certainly haven’t seen all of the others? Because, in the true tradition of direct-to-video slasher madness, Prom Night IV: Deliver Us From Evil has absolutely nothing to do with any of the previous films.
The original Prom Night is about Jamie Lee Curtis’ friends being killed one by one at Hamilton High’s prom on account of a crime they committed as children. Hello Mary Lou: Prom Night II completely ignores that, instead opting to be about the ghost of a Prom Queen who died in 1957 who returns to get revenge on her killers and reclaim her title. Prom Night III: The Last Kiss, the only film in the franchise with a returning character, features Mary Lou (still a ghost) stalking a cute boy and killing his enemies. This film takes a long look at its venerable and thoroughly bizarre history and decides to instead be about a mad preacher killing people who have sex in a secluded house in the woods.
Which, to be fair, is a pretty solid slasher concept.
Prom Night IV opens on Hamilton High’s prom in 1957 (a hopeless leap at continuity with the Mary Lou movies that actually muddies up the timeline even worse than before), where a crazed clergyman, Father Jonas (James Carver) kills a couple who are making love in the backseat of a car. The church decides it is more pious to sedate him for the rest of his life and keep him in a dungeon instead of calling the cops.
When young Father Colin (Brock Simpson, the only actor to be in all four movies of the franchise) is given the task of watching over the captive in 1991 (though the film was released one year later), he fails pretty much immediately and is killed by the stigmata-sprouting Father Jonas, who escapes to a mountain retreat that used to be an old monastery.
The monastery is now a house owned by Mark (J. H. Wyman)’s parents, and as fate would have it, he and his friends are having an anti-prom party (this is the film’s only connection to the “Prom Night” idea beyond the 1957 sequence) there that very night. Also in attendance are Mark’s girlfriend Meagan (Nikki de Boer), an overly pious and thoroughly annoying goodie goodie who is without a doubt our Final Girl for the evening; Laura (Joy Tanner), a naughty blonde Catholic schoolgirl who loves sex and rebellion, in that order; and her horndog boyfriend Jeff (Alle Ghadban).
Father Jonas takes the “sex = death” rule of slasher movies far too seriously and starts killing them one by one while whispering harsh diatribes against sluts and whores. The gross misogyny of the film is only leavened by the fact that we’re obviously not supposed to agree with the killer, but still it feels extremely unnecessary. Plus, whispering killers tend to be pretty cheesy.
Complaining about minor details is useless though, because even changing most of them wouldn’t alter the fact that Prom Night IV is a terrible movie. The most obviously direct-to-video Prom Night venture yet, the camera work is grainy and shaky and Paul Zaza’s score is characterized by sharp stabs of music that seem incidental to what’s actually happening on screen. The movie is bloodless, characterless, there are lengthy stalking scenes that go nowhere, a jump scare is so halfhearted that not even the characters are scared, the climactic chase scene spends about two minutes on a character in no danger climbing up a staircase, and the Final Girl is a shrill harpy who is stupid enough to take off her boots before entering a wine cellar where she has already cut open her foot on a shard of glass.
PromNight4bThere are major plot holes, my favorite of which is that the killer has been in a coma for 33 years, meaning he’s probably around 60 years old. There is also an obvious body count padding death when Jeff’s little brother shows up outside, spying on the couples only to become the first victim of the angry Father. However, he has no car and the house in the woods is an hour’s drive from where he lives. It’s not worth it to put any thought into how he got there, because clearly the filmmakers didn’t.
Providing the cherry on top of the Sundae of Tears that is Prom Night IV, there are loads of missed opportunities that could have made this film better, perhaps even good. There is a cool shot of two characters’ heads as seen through loops in a statue, but nothing ever comes of it. Evidently the director saw an opportunity to make at least one artistic moment, but didn’t see fit to make it resonant with anything like a theme.
The most lamentable of these missed opportunities is Father Jonas’ stigmata. Whenever he enters a religious fervor, his hands and feet start to bleed, mirroring the body of Christ on the cross. This is a fairly well-known religious phenomenon, and an important part of the extremely prevalent Christian imagery in the film. At one point early on in the film, Meagan cuts her foot on glass and does the same thing again later in the film when she is hiding from the hissing Father Jonas. In the movie as is, this just shows Meagan is much too stupid to have somehow survived.
However, she could have utilized her injuries to convince Jonas that she has stigmata too, convincing him that she is as pious as him and allowing her safe passage. The fact that this doesn’t happen will forever be an annoying thorn in the side of the movie.
So, to conclude, Prom Night IV is flawed. But in spite of its many many many problems, I still love it wholeheartedly. Being a grubby cash-in slasher film is exactly what I expected of it, being the fourth film in a chain of increasingly low budget movies. This level of mediocrity and insipidity is something I expect and demand from most every slasher film I watch and it delivers in full force. This is a film only for the genre faithful, but it a prime example of the depths to which the slasher could sink but still exist in its purest form.
Killer: Father Jonas (James Carver)
Final Girl: Meagan (Nikki de Boer)
Best Kill: Father Jonas puts on a wig (or possibly a scalp) to look like Laura, kisses Jeff on the mouth, then crushes his skull.
Scariest Moment: When Mark is about to fall off the roof, he must hold onto the Father Jonas’ weapon as it pokes through the tiles, cutting his hands in the process.
Weirdest Moment: Father Jonas starts spraying holy water and things catch on fire!
Champion Dialogue: “Here’s to Prom Night!” “To Jamie Lee Curtis!”
Body Count: 8; 2 killed in 1957, the rest in 1991
  1. Lisa's throat is slit with a crucifix.
  2. Brad is stabbed in the chest with a crucifix.
  3. Father Colin is garroted with cord.
  4. Dave is killed offscreen.
  5. Jonathan is stabbed in the chest with a crucifix.
  6. Laura is scalped with a crucifix. 
  7. Jeff gets his head crushed.
  8. Mark gets a crucifix thrown into his chest. 
TL;DR: Prom Night IV: Deliver Us From Evil is a disaster, but a pretty fun by-the-books slasher film.
Rating: 6/10
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Reviews In This Series
Prom Night (Lynch, 1980)
Prom Night III: The Last Kiss (Oliver/Simpson, 1990)
Prom Night IV: Deliver Us From Evil (Borris, 1992)
Prom Night (McCormick, 2008)

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

CinemaBeach: Never Sleep Again

Slumber Party Massacre II

Year: 1987
Director: Deborah Brock
Cast: Crystal Bernard, Jennifer Rhodes, Kimberly McArthur
Run Time: 1 hour 11 minutes
MPAA Rating: R

What luck! The first slasher film I happened to watch in preparation for this blog was a prime example of post-Nightmare bizarro slasher surrealism.
Let’s start from the beginning: In 1982 the Roger Corman production The Slumber Party Massacre was one of the first slasher films ever to be directed by a woman, Amy Holden Jones. Also featuring a woman screenwriter (Rita Mae Brown), the script had a decidedly feminist bent, something almost unheard of in the notoriously misogynistic subgenre. On top of being a surprisingly good slasher film in its own right, the original film functioned as a feminist satire of the genre, with the killer using a massive phallic drill to murder his prey. The girls fight back, at one point cutting the drill in half, essentially castrating their murderer and saving the day.
So here we have this wonderful feminist satire that is just genuinely a good slasher movie, and they left it at that for quite a while. The slasher film was dying its first death by 1983 and there just wasn’t any money in it until A Nightmare on Elm Street exploded onto the scene, creating a wave of paranormal slasher cash-ins. This tight little flick held out for a while but eventually got caught in the slipstream of revenue and in 1987, the world was exposed to Slumber Party Massacre II.
Slumber Party Massacre II (Deborah Brock, 1987)
Exposed is absolutely the right word for this film. Although plenty of topless girls were featured in the original, they were there for a satirical purpose. This film features an actual pillow fight (in which feathers get absolutely everywhere) in which, for no reason, one of the girls takes her top off. This movie is cheesy exploitation cinema at its finest, but it is disheartening coming on the heels of such a genuinely good film.
The film opens on Courtney Bates (Crystal Bernard), the youngest survivor of the first movie, in the middle of a nightmare about her big sister (who has been committed), portentious bloody images, and a mysterious shadowy madman with a drill. Undeterred, she goes to practice with her all-girl rock ‘n roll band and we get to Meet the Meat. Courtney is the lead guitarist, her best friend Amy (Kimberly McArthur) is on rhythm, Sally Burns, the slut (Heidi Kozak of Friday the 13th Part VII), is on drums, and Sheila Barrington (Juliette Cummins of Friday the 13th: Part V and Psycho III), the stuck-up rich girl, is the lead singer and bassist. Despite having such an exciting array of character traits, it is exceedingly hard to tell Amy and Sheila apart, and I’m still not 100 percent convinced that they are different people.
Courtney flirts with the handsome heartthrob Matt (Patrick Lowe, who looks every bit of 30 years old) and, about five seconds after kissing him, they are declared girlfriend and boyfriend. God, I miss the 80′s.
But, lo! The Slumber Party awaits! Mr. Barrington has just bought a new condo in Middle of Nowhere, USA and the girls all travel out to christen it (and invite their beaux along). The girls laugh, drink, dance and screw, but as the party goes on, Courtney is plagued by more and more nightmares that morph into bizarre hallucinatory daydreams.
SlumberPartyMassacre2bWe’re talking moments so absolutely loco they would give Freddy pause. We begin with a routine “bathtub filled with blood sequence” and charge right on into “eating a hand sandwich.” The only constant in her dreams is the cackling shadowy killer who flirts grotesquely with her and  - I can’t believe I’m writing this – is basically a cross between Freddy Krueger  and… Elvis Presley. Brandishing a guitar with a massive drill bit attached, he menaces Courtney despite being possibly the least scary figure in the history of film.
Although she is scared by her dreams, nothing actually happens and nobody is actually in danger until the 50 minute mark, when the killer shows up in the house for absolutely no comprehensible reason and begins mowing down her friends with his drill. He proceeds along merrily slicing and dicing and (urp) performing an entire rock ‘n roll number about his drill replete with pelvic thrusts, sliding down the bannister, and a “Buzz Buzz” refrain.
The movie abruptly ends 20 minutes later.
We get no explanation as to how this killer got into the house, how he exists, why he’s killing them, how he knows Courtney’s history, why he’s singing, or why his weapon is similar to the dead killer from the original movie. What we do get is a 71-minute exploitation film that not only rips pages from Nightmare‘s songbook, but chews them up, spits them out, draws on them in crayon, and has the audacity to name one of the characters “Officer Krueger.”
That is not to say this movie isn’t fun to watch. In fact, it is one of the most delightfully off-kilter movies in an increasingly inane subgenre. It makes not a lick of sense but it is brief, wacky, and features songs that I will never admit that I enjoy but one might find buried deep in my iTunes library. Also there’s a recurring motif with chickens that I, for the life of me, can’t decipher. The girls wave a rubber chicken out the window as they drive away, they eat chicken sandwiches, a dead dove (not a chicken but still) is given great symbolic close-ups twice to no avail, an evil chicken lives in the fridge, and the feather-filled pillow fight scene makes everyone involved look like poultry.
Make of that what you will.
Killer: The Driller Killer (Atanas Ilitch)
Final Girl: Courtney Bates (Crystal Bernard)
Best Kill: Sally is on one side of the wall, trying to live. Her friends are on the other, trying to use the phone to call 911. The drill pierces Sally, the wall, and the phone altogether, destroying everybody’s plans for the evening.
Sign of the Times: One of the girls asks a friend to get her a Slice. The whole rock ‘n roll thing. They all have that weird half Southern accent that everybody in 80′s movies had.
Weirdest Moment: A tie between two hallucinations – a massive zit making Sally’s head explode and a raw chicken leaping out of the fridge to attack Courtney.
Body Count: 6, all within a span of about 13 minutes.

  1. Matt is drilled through the chest.
  2. Sally is drilled through the chest through a wall.
  3. Jeff is drilled through the back in a car.
  4. TJ is drilled across the torso.
  5. Sheila is drilled in the chest.
  6. Amy falls to her death. 
TL;DR: SPM2 is delightfully weird and is much too brief to be boring.
Rating: 6/10
Should I Buy This DVD? Much like Final Destination, if it's in a triple pack, yes. If it's standalone, no. And it all depends on if you're into this sort of thing.
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Reviews In This Series
The Slumber Party Massacre (Jones, 1982)
Slumber Party Massacre II (Brock, 1987)
Slumber Party Massacre III (Mattison, 1990)

Saturday, July 6, 2013

CinemaBeach: Slasher 101

Here is my first Killer Waves post!

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Hello everyone!
My name is Brennan Klein, and I have been appointed as the new curator for this blog and, let me tell you, I could not be more excited. Horror movies are my bread and butter. I see a new horror film about once a week and rewatch old ones even more frequently. It all started when I was a little high school student and decided to watch Scream for the first time. I loved it, but there was a wealth of references to 80′s slasher films I hadn’t seen. To catch up, I watchedHalloweenA Nightmare on Elm Street, and Friday the 13th, as well as all of their sequels (which frequently numbered into the double digits). I was hooked. Then I dove deep into the forgotten realms of 80′s horror and never looked back.
Although slasher films are the apple of my eye, I love all horror so this blog won’t just be psycho killers brandishing edged weapons. I’ve got so much gut-munching, chest-bursting, demon-exorcising joy to share with you guys, and I couldn’t be happier.
My plans so far include a couple recurring features like The Slash Register, a feature dedicated to my beloved slasher films of yesteryear and Cinema du Mort, which will focus exclusively on foreign releases. Also in progress are Where Are They Now? features, Best/Worst Lists, Director/Actor Showcases, Genre Studies, and much much more. I’m also very willing to tackle any requests. There is no film so bad that I won’t watch it, and I would welcome any audience suggestions for reviews or feature pieces.
I’m in the middle of watching five movies this weekend, so I’ll have a lot of articles coming down the pike, including my first Slash Register, dusting off a couple of old cult movies from the late 80′s.
To get everybody up to speed, I’ve included a brief(ish) history of the slasher film as well as a glossary of terms that I will be using throughout my articles.
Slasher Movie 101
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We begin our journey in the late 1800′s in Paris. (Seriously). 1897 saw the opening of a theater the likes of which France had never seen before and never would again. The Grand Guignol specialized in naturalistic horror shows with notoriously bloody climaxes, attempting to display showers of gore in as realistic a manner as possible. Naturally (due to the secret fascination with blood and human misfortune that all people harbor¹), the shows were a huge hit with Parisian audiences, but declined in popularity following the atrocities of the Second World War. A battle weary public had seen their fill of gore and the Grand Guignol closed its doors in 1962.
But, like the unstoppable killers that would come about two decades in the future, the genre wouldn’t take death for an answer. The spirit of gory horror made its way across Europe and landed in the cinemas of Italy just one year later in 1963. The Italian giallo movement, began (by most accounts) with Mario Bava. The giallo films (named after the Italian word for “yellow” – the color of the covers of Italian thriller novels – the closest American analogue is pulp fiction crime stories) were gruesome murder mysteries that generally followed a black gloved killer dispatching a slew of beauties in eerily beautiful ways, often eschewing narrative continuity for phantasmagorical atmosphere.
Bava’s film Sei donne per l’assassino (Blood and Black Lace) is an influential early example, depicting the murders of fashion models in Rome. Not to be outdone, other filmmakers followed suit releasing similar films with equally unwieldy and intriguing titles like Angelo Dorigo’s Assassino senza volto (The Killer Without a Face), Lucio Fulci’sNon si sevizia un paperino (Don’t Torture a Duckling), Bava’s own Reazione a catena (Twitch of the Death Nerve), and reached a peak with Dario Argento’s genre-bending supernatural masterpiece Suspiria.
Strangely, the massive Italian craze didn’t cross the pond to the Americas in any real way for quite some time. Perhaps one reason for this was that studios were already preoccupied with copying Alfred Hitchcock’s 1960 megablockbusterPsycho. Although very chaste by today’s standards, Hitchcock’s masterpiece shocked audiences and sent competitors clambering for more.
After about five years or so, the genre settled down and went mostly dormant until a pair of two releases in 1974, Tobe Hooper’s The Texas Chain Saw Massacre in America and Bob Clark’s² Black Christmas in Canada. Both films could now be considered proto-slashers. Although they don’t quite adhere to the now established formula (And how could they? It wouldn’t be invented for another half a decade), both films featured a young cast being murdered one by one by a psycho. Most importantly, the only survivor is a girl who in the third act fights valiantly for her life and just barely escapes.
The nascent genre again hibernated until John Carpenter’s low budget horror picture Halloween in 1978, a film which for years was the most profitable film in history. The first prominent American film to be heavily influenced by the gialli, the central figure of Michael Myers is a faceless killer, the embodiment of pure evil with nary a trace of humanity. In fact, in the film he is only credited as The Shape.
This film, among numerous other influences, unintentionally cemented in one of the central tenets of slasher mythology. If you have sex, you will die. However, despite being a box office smash, one of the few masterpieces of the genre, and featuring the impeccable Jamie Lee Curtis in her first role, this was a very personal film and as such did not specifically ignite the slasher craze.
That film would be 1980′s Friday the 13th, a grubby little shocker directed by ex-soft core porn producer Sean S. Cunningham. It didn’t have much in the way of plot, characterization, dialogue, or even lighting, but what it did have was an unforgettable series of gore effects cooked up by make-up effects maestro Tom Savini, who had previously worked on George A. Romero’s Dawn of the Dead. It was nothing more than a cheap rip-off of Halloween (despite my deep love for the franchise, this is undoubtedly so), but audiences went bananas and within a year, slasher films were running headlong into their Golden Age.
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From 1981 to 1984, slasher movies were produced at unprecedented rates, all trying to grab their slice of the pie from what turned out to be an enormous audience pool of genre goodwill. 1980 saw Jamie Lee Curtis helm two more Canadian features, Prom Night and Terror Train. 1981 had seen enough slasher films already that an early parody of the genre, Student Bodies, was released. Also that year came the first sequel to a major hit in Friday the 13th Part 2. The success of that film ignited more major franchises starting with Halloween II coming later that same year. Gore pictures accompanied every holiday from the already mentioned Black Christmas and Halloween to New Year’s EvilGraduation DayMy Bloody ValentineHappy Birthday to Me, and even April Fool’s Day.
Jason was already killing in earnest, and Michael was on his way to building up a franchise when 1984 saw an increase in denouncements of the genre’s immorality as well as the rise of the “Video Nasties”³ censorship movement in Britain. Paramount called a truce, releasing Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter and declaring Jason officially kaput. The genre was pretty much bankrupt for ideas anyway at that point in the decade and had begun floundering to diminishing returns.
That would all turn around later that same year when horror maven Wes Craven introduced dream demon Freddy Krueger in A Nightmare on Elm Street, the most baroquely European slasher film the market had seen in years and a massive success (In fact, the releasing company New Line Entertainment became known as “The House That Freddy Built”). The still warm bodies of the slashers had suddenly been resurrected, only this time many films incorporated paranormal elements. Freddy had opened up a new frontier on which the slashers could coast for another four years or so. This Supernatural Era saw Jason rise from the dead (Paramount quickly reneged on that pesky “final” business), Michael befall a druid curse, and Freddy rapidly transform from a dark murderer to a clownish prankster in a series of increasingly inane sequels (bar A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors, one of the best slasher followups of the decade).
BY 1988 however, the MPAA had all but neutered the genre and 1989 saw the release of some of the most putrid pictures of all time, including Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael MyersA Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child, and the infamous Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan.
Michael wasn’t dead yet, and marched right on into Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers (It’s always a bad sign when they stop numbering these things) but New Line knew a lost cause when they saw one and immediately scrapped their hero with Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare. Jason belly flopped so hard that Paramount sold the franchise off and he wouldn’t be heard from until years later with another quickly shot off franchise ender, Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday. The name Friday the 13th had such little cachet by that point that the producers had to bank on Jason’s popularity alone to sell it. Thus the slasher genre entered the bleakest period yet with all three major franchises forgoing numbers and hope.
The first franchise revival (the world “final” began to lose all meaning for genre buffs) came in the form of Wes Craven’s New Nightmare, a magnificent meta sequel in which Freddy comes into the real world to attack the filmmakers who created him, which barely made a blip on the radar. Undeterred, Wes Craven tried again and found success in 1996′s Scream, written by Kevin Williamson, a hit meta slasher satire that brought the genre back in full force, fraught with self aware in-jokes and meta commentary, forgoing gore for winking chuckles and starlets in bras.
In 1997, the Postmodern Age saw Kevin Williamson’s I Know What You Did Last Summer brought to life. 1998 brought back Michael Myers and Jamie Lee Curtis in Halloween H20: Twenty Years Later, the fan consensus best sequel of that franchise (with Kevin Williamson in the producer’s seat). It was truly the age of Kevin Williamson as that same year’s Scream 2 was an even bigger success than its precursor and the genre merrily rolled along once more until 2000.
Then the 2000′s. The 2000′s were a rough time for everyone’s favorite psycho killers. Jason X bounced in and out of theaters in 2001 as a largely unsuccessful appetizer for Freddy vs. Jason in 2003. Admittedly, this film made boatloads of money and was the highest grossing film in both franchises, but a single success in an entire decade is nothing to bring out the ticker tape for. The New Millenium horror environment was more focused on Japanese remakes, found footage, and the second coming of zombies to pay attention to the grubby little cash-in films about people stabbing each other with sharp things. The closest the decade got to the horror of the mid-80′s was the high concept, low class Final Destination franchise.
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After a decade or so on the backburner, people started to feel nostalgic for the simplicity of the olden days and thus the Great Remake Bonanza began, seeing franchises revived left and right with Rob Zombie’s Halloween, Wes Craven’s Scream 4, as well as reimaginings of Friday the 13thNightmare on Elm StreetThe Texas Chainsaw MassacreBlack ChristmasProm Night and even My Bloody Valentine. Although some were box office successes, critics and audiences alike remained unimpressed.
The modern slasher has thankfully moved on from remake culture, opting to take Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson’s ball of self-referential postmodern meta pastiche pictures and run with it. These pictures are some of the most fun and bloody films yet and films like Adam Green’s Hatchet franchise (starring Kane Hodder, who played Jason 4 times over two decades), The Cabin in the WoodsBehind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon, and You’re Next (slated for release this August) are once again being made by directors not for the cash, but for the love of the genre and that is a wonderful place for the genre to be.
Note: This is but a surface level look at a genre teeming with surprises around every corner. I mostly focused on the Holy Trinity (Freddy, Jason, and Michael), because they were decent indicators of the trends taking place at the time. There are many more great (and many many more terrible) movies than I have mentioned here, and the goal of theSlash Register is to take a look at those.
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Footnotes:
¹ This is nothing to worry about. It is an ineradicable aspect of human nature that we are fascinated by scenes of carnage. This is why people slow down to catch glimpses of an accident on the side of the freeway. It is neither morally wrong nor right, merely a universal truth. I’ll probably release an article later elaborating on the philosophies on the moralities of horror.
² Yes, that Bob Clark. Famed director of A Christmas Story. This provides me an endless source of amusement.
³ More on that later
Slasher Glossary
Final Girl: The one girl who inevitably survives the film. There is always a Final Girl. If a man survives, it is invariably because a girl is also still alive.
Expendable Meat: Characters that are given nothing more than a name and a basic character trait (ie. prankster, jock, mechanic) and are only there to be killed.
Meet the Meat: A scene in the first act where the expendable characters are lined up and introduced through heavy-handed dialogue.
Final Girl Sequence: A scene in the third act (or sometimes the entire third act) in which the Final Girl and the killer duke it out in a big showdown.
Tableau of Horrors: A scene in which the Final Girl discovers the artfully arranged bodies of her friends as she is running from the killer. They drop down from doorways and pop out of closets, seemingly of their own bidding.
Jump Scare: A cheap scare tactic where something unexpected is shown to make the audience shriek. It’s scary in the moment, but doesn’t make for lasting impressions except for in very special cases.
Spring-Loaded Cat: An especially egregious jump scare in which a cat jumps at the protagonist from offscreen.
Body Count Padding: Characters introduced in the middle of the film for the sole purpose of seeing them die.
Thanks to everybody who stuck with me through this inordinately long article, I promise everything else will make a lot more sense from here on out. It’s going to be a lot of fun.
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