For newcomers, please read this post
for an explanation of Scary Movie Month, which also includes the movies
from the first three years. Those interested can find the fourth year's
post here.
I'd like to play a little Scary Movie Month catchup today, sharing the last two years of scary movies to get you revved up for this, the spooky seventh annual month of terror.
October 2011:
Godzilla
The original Godzilla turned out to be an unexpected pleasure. I'd never thought of the Godzilla franchise as anything but B movies, but it turns out that the original is as reputable of a franchise kick-off as the best of them. By modern standards it may favor story too much over terror, but it's a good story and a fascinating peek into the post-nuclear Japanese zeitgeist.
The Dead Zone
Christopher Walken stars in this psychological thriller about a school teacher with psychic powers that allow him to foresee the future of the people he touches. It's a solid movie, and the election theme that wraps it up makes it particularly seasonally-appropriate.
Creepshow
From the first few minutes it is clear that this movie is absolutely essential-- four scary Halloween stories told well. What more could you ask for? This is a perfect movie for October.
Fright Night
This is a solid 80's family horror movie. It's fun and charming and interesting. In a way, it's a send-up of classic Halloween season television programming just like Creepshow.
The Return to Oz
This is a remarkably dark Disney fable. It isn't going to give you nightmares quite the way Alice in Wonderland did, but it succeeds in feeling like the cracked, corrupted successor of The Wizard of Oz. The fact that this Dorothy is so much younger makes it more real. I found myself wondering at the fucked-up-ness of the very premise-- that a little girl keeps being transported to this alternate world to solve its problems. This doesn't strike the rich chords that the first movie did, but it's an imaginative, symbolically rich children's coming of age story that will go toe-to-toe with anything this side of Disney's golden age or Miazaki.
The Blair Witch Project
This was not an especially pleasant movie to watch, though that could be said of many excellent horror films. Unfortunately, this is also one of those movies whose influence dwarfed the movie itself. It's a good movie to be sure, but what made it revolutionary is no longer revolutionary and that takes something important away. Yet, it is a good movie and worth watching for the enormous influence it had on American film-- big and small screen both.
The Night of the Hunter
This is one of those movies that doesn't fit into any set of expectations, but which would blow any expectations I could have had. It was made in the 50's and is set during the Great Depression. The story is about a preacher who marries a woman with kids for her money, kills her and hunts the children. The themes of good and evil are black and white, but delivered with delicacy and thought.
Labyrinth
A classic coming-of-age fable, complete with puzzles, faith trials, new friends and being whisked back to real life at the end, this movie is of course enhanced by Jim Henson and David Bowie's presence. Honestly, the only thing I found genuinely exciting was all the goblins in the movie. Too few movies feature goblins.
Dracula
Like most dramatic movies of the era, the original Dracula has the feel of a play-- there is a sense of dramatic staging. The movie is excellent, and I can't find much to say about it that hasn't already been said, including that it suffers slightly when compared against the first two Frankensteins.
October 2012:
Gremlins
Gremlins is a perverse premise for a horror film perversely set amidst the backdrop of a classic down-and-out Christmas tale. They start out so cute! There's some goofy filler sequences with the gremlins trashing a bar, but this is undeniably a classic.
Army of Darkness
It may have been watching this with Sarah, who "gets" camp and B movie appeal, but this final installment was the most fun I had with the Evil Dead trilogy. Bruce Campbell is a pip as always, delivering some profoundly stupid lines with enough earnest enthusiasm to make you double take-- was that actually a cool thing to say? I think I should probably re-watch the first two of the trilogy, as I may appreciate what I didn't the first time in.
The Devil's Backbone
This Guillermo del Toro bears a strong resemblance to his Pan's Labyrinth. It's a ghost story, and an investigation of what a ghost is. Like Labyrinth, it's set during the Spanish Civil War and also strikes the theme
of an adolescent-- this time a boy-- first encountering the harsh realities of the adult
world. Unlike it, there is none of the fairy tale imagery or tones of familial love. This is a darker, more desolate movie. As with Pan's Labyrinth, it was a movie I more respected than enjoyed.
Hellboy
I chose this partly because Guillermo del Toro directed it, even though it wasn't a perfect fit for Scary Movie Month. The script was pretty terrible-- any "serious" dialogue or monologue was pure nonsense and there's no explanation why they're eventually able to kill the resurrecting hellhound. Ironically, this is the only movie that gave me a nightmare. Karl Ruprecht Kroenen was fantastically creepy in conception (a conception entirely of del Toro's by the way) and the ineffable Jeffrey Tambor's brief presence added a lot.
Something Wicked This Way Comes
This was based on a Ray Bradbury novel, and it bears certain similarities to the one Bradbury novel I've read through-- Dandelion Wine. It's a story set in a small town about strange things happening. It ends up being a reflection on life and on hope's dark side-- how it can eat people from the inside out and the only way to confront this danger is to come to terms with who we are. The movie is just as windswept and wonderful as the October imagery that pervades it.
Re-Animator
I guess I wasn't sure whether to expect more Frankenstein or Night of the Living Dead, but this movie is absolutely original. A med student has developed a "reagent" that can bring the dead back to life-- imperfectly. The only thing more disturbing than the evident agony of the newly-undead is the magnetic temptation to use the reagent. The movie is tempered by plenty of dry, pitch-perfect humor that leavens the mood but only intensifies the philosophical themes lurking beneath.
An American Werewolf in London
In a similar vein of fun, kind of bizarre 80's horror movies to Re-Animator, this one is more explicitly colorful and goofy. The black humor is great, the American-in-England angle is done tastefully and you genuinely care about the characters.
The Bird With the Crystal Plumage
This Dario Argento film is supposedly a quintessential Italian Giallo-- a mix of film noir-style detectives and stalking, bloody horror, with some European sexiness to top it off. The movie was all of those things and gorgeously, flawlessly executed.
Jaws
This classic has been in my scary movie month queue for a while now, and it more than lived up to the hype. The first half of the movie is thoughtful, subtly creative and genuinely scary. Without every coming across as "artsy" or "serious" there are reflections on responsibility, parenthood, and insider/outsider mentalities. The second half is more balls-to-the-walls terror, but the entire movie is remarkably well crafted and executed. I'm sure the shark they used looks ridiculous in person, but the movie's special effects were well-done. This is my pick of the month.
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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Scary Movie Month, Year Four
For those of you not familiar with Scary Movie Month, check the original post that I wrote last year. It explains everything. It recently occurred to me that the story of Scary Movie Month is a really good illustration of my approach to appreciation of things in general.
Now, for the movies I watched October 2010:
Bride of Frankenstein
This is one of those unusual sequels to better the original. It's more thoughtful, horrible, and has more heart than the original Frankenstein. The plot of the original was so familiar, it took something away from the movie's grandeur. I didn't know what to expect with Bride.
Ringu
It was scary, as expected. The only part of the movie that really stuck with me, though, was the fascinating relationship between the protagonist and her exhusband while they try to unravel the curse on their heads.
Carrie
My favorite scary movie of the month, this is a movie about a high school outcast. The symbolism is beautiful, thoughtful and exquisitely disturbing. The tension is built over the course of the movie until the famous breaking point, which (surprise) involves a lot of blood, in case you hadn't seen the movie's cover.
Martin
Martin is a real-life vampire. As he states emphatically, "there is no magic". He doesn't have any powers. All he needs is a syringe of tranquilizer, a razor blade and some planning. The themes worked here reminded me strongly of Carrie-- an expose of the alienated, painfully shy teen with destructive antisocial tendencies. The audience is invited to pity and identify with both main characters. However, whereas Carrie is a fundamentally good person driven to those actions by circumstance, Martin is a sociopath.
Night of the Living Dead
This is the movie that established the classic zombie. In the last decade, zombies have been getting faster and more fragile, but there's a lot to be said for a zombie that will take a shot to the heart, pause, and keep coming. Eating people adds something too, I think.
Dawn of the Dead
George Romero returned to the genre that he had popularized with Night of the Living Dead ten years later with this sequel. The bulk of the movie is set in a mall. A lot had happened since 1968, and though Romero didn't change the premise or lore, he certainly doesn't take himself as seriously this time (rather than sobering black and white, blood is now a garish orange-red). As with Living Dead, if the social commentary of the movie wasn't already painstakingly obvious, Romero hammers you with it at the credits. Movies like Shawn of the Dead or Zombieland demonstrate a considerable debt to this classic.
Suspiria
This Italian film seems to be the best-regarded horror movie about witchcraft. It's set in a ballet school in Germany and the main character is American (though she almost only speaks Italian). The movie plays as a sort of boarding school mystery. There's a strong sense of apprehension and "weirdness" through the movie. I wasn't a big fan, but the movie is obviously well-made.
Poltergeist
Poltergeist comes off as kind of the flagship for the family-fun horror genre. The amount of special effects is competitive with contemporary popcorn movies, which is saying something. It takes you on a fun, fright-filled ride, accomplishing exactly what it set out to do.
Let the Right One In
This Swedish film is about a twelve-year-old boy befriending a vampire girl. The movie's as much an old-school romance as a horror film. I thought it was great.
The Descent
This keeps getting reviewed as the best horror movie of the 00's or in the words of a friend, "a horror movie that doesn't suck". As you would expect from one about spelunking, it is incredibly dark and claustrophobic. That pretty much sums things up.
Now, for the movies I watched October 2010:
Bride of Frankenstein
This is one of those unusual sequels to better the original. It's more thoughtful, horrible, and has more heart than the original Frankenstein. The plot of the original was so familiar, it took something away from the movie's grandeur. I didn't know what to expect with Bride.
Ringu
It was scary, as expected. The only part of the movie that really stuck with me, though, was the fascinating relationship between the protagonist and her exhusband while they try to unravel the curse on their heads.
Carrie
My favorite scary movie of the month, this is a movie about a high school outcast. The symbolism is beautiful, thoughtful and exquisitely disturbing. The tension is built over the course of the movie until the famous breaking point, which (surprise) involves a lot of blood, in case you hadn't seen the movie's cover.
Martin
Martin is a real-life vampire. As he states emphatically, "there is no magic". He doesn't have any powers. All he needs is a syringe of tranquilizer, a razor blade and some planning. The themes worked here reminded me strongly of Carrie-- an expose of the alienated, painfully shy teen with destructive antisocial tendencies. The audience is invited to pity and identify with both main characters. However, whereas Carrie is a fundamentally good person driven to those actions by circumstance, Martin is a sociopath.
Night of the Living Dead
This is the movie that established the classic zombie. In the last decade, zombies have been getting faster and more fragile, but there's a lot to be said for a zombie that will take a shot to the heart, pause, and keep coming. Eating people adds something too, I think.
Dawn of the Dead
George Romero returned to the genre that he had popularized with Night of the Living Dead ten years later with this sequel. The bulk of the movie is set in a mall. A lot had happened since 1968, and though Romero didn't change the premise or lore, he certainly doesn't take himself as seriously this time (rather than sobering black and white, blood is now a garish orange-red). As with Living Dead, if the social commentary of the movie wasn't already painstakingly obvious, Romero hammers you with it at the credits. Movies like Shawn of the Dead or Zombieland demonstrate a considerable debt to this classic.
Suspiria
This Italian film seems to be the best-regarded horror movie about witchcraft. It's set in a ballet school in Germany and the main character is American (though she almost only speaks Italian). The movie plays as a sort of boarding school mystery. There's a strong sense of apprehension and "weirdness" through the movie. I wasn't a big fan, but the movie is obviously well-made.
Poltergeist
Poltergeist comes off as kind of the flagship for the family-fun horror genre. The amount of special effects is competitive with contemporary popcorn movies, which is saying something. It takes you on a fun, fright-filled ride, accomplishing exactly what it set out to do.
Let the Right One In
This Swedish film is about a twelve-year-old boy befriending a vampire girl. The movie's as much an old-school romance as a horror film. I thought it was great.
The Descent
This keeps getting reviewed as the best horror movie of the 00's or in the words of a friend, "a horror movie that doesn't suck". As you would expect from one about spelunking, it is incredibly dark and claustrophobic. That pretty much sums things up.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
September Update
It's been a long and interesting month. I'm just starting to feel settled into my new living arrangement.
This September was immediately preceded by moving out of my old house and moving Jill to Santa Cruz, where we broke up. After a week chilling with my sister, I returned to my new house. My three roommates were near-perfect strangers, my room was too full of boxes to fit a mattress and Jill wasn't the only person close to me to have moved on from Davis, just the most recent.
I started work again with Monsanto on the seventh. I'd gotten the job on the basis of an excellent recommendation from my old boss Staci, who I worked under during my internship. I knew I'd be facing a cut in pay, responsibility and interest of work. I'll be doing a complex assay to detect disease contamination in tomato seeds all year. I recently told Staci that my erratic thought-patterns are sub-ideal for the rather meticulous job, but that I'd get the rhythm of it soon enough. The tediousness of the job is saved by the pleasantness of the work environment. Everyone there is very cool and the nature of the job affords us some opportunity to talk.
It also turns out I won the roommate lottery. Mike is a nerdy but affable guy of understated intelligence that I think I could eventually become good friends with. Mereb and Celeste have the master bedroom. I was concerned that their hippy quirks might drive me crazy, but they're really open-minded and not even vegetarians. They turned me onto an awesome beer made by Pabst called Olympia. It's just as good as PBR, but the flavor is corn-driven instead of rice-driven. I suspect they used Cascade-style hops, which is kind of cool. Everyone is interesting to talk to and has a surprising number of things in common with me. I finally have a player for my records, I got my butt handed to me playing Axis and Allies and we might even get chickens soon.
Most of my free time this month has been spent in long conversations with old friends and writing this blog (four thousand unique hits and counting). A few you who know more than how to count will observe that it's been my most productive month of blogging thus far.
I've also been dabbling in TV shows, music and bonding with my new people. Mereb picked up a ping-pong table this weekend. I'd forgotten how much I liked that game. I went to Fry's with Mike on Sunday to check out computers. Yesterday I went to Vacaville Outlet Mall with coworkers and picked up some new shoes (green and white plaid converse, fyi).
I went to a KDVS show last week in Sac with Kern that his band was playing at. He and I both loved one of the bands there (Fall of Electricity), which embodied an intense, proggy drummer/guitarist formula that I've seen work really well a few times (other notable examples being the two-person incarnations of Afternoon Brother and Lightning Bolt). I bought Fall of Electicity's cassette, but I don't have a cassette player, so I'm going to download the mp3's it entitles me to and give away the cassette to the first person who asks, as per the guitarist's suggestion.
Howard has reclaimed an old mini-fridge and is trying to splice in a thermostat so that we can temperature-control fermentation for making sakes and lagers. The plan is to start a doppelbock this weekend and have bottles of it ready for Christmas. I've been scurrying to put together a recipe worthy of my "North Swell Bock" concept.
I've been thanking my lucky stars that Howard ended up sticking around for at least a little while longer. New friends are great and phone friends are great, but having a concrete piece of familiarity is priceless. It's interesting to chat with Howard on a one-on-one basis too. I've hardly ever had conversations with him as personal and thoughtful as they have recently been.
I've kept in contact with Jill and I think there's a decent chance the friends-afterward thing will work. She visited me last Sunday, partly to drop off the next books of a series she got me addicted to. We walked to Borders and talked. We don't talk like nothing's changed, but the familiarity is still there and it's nice. The whole visit was intensely bittersweet, though. Our hugs were the stuff of poetry. After she left I took a nap to both sort out my thoughts and disrupt their endless flow. I was off balance the whole rest of the day.
For those of you who keep asking me why we didn't stay together, please go back and read this. The reasons haven't changed and I have yet to (seriously) reconsider the decision.
For those of you who keep asking me how I'm doing, I'm doing fine. I'm doing better with each passing week. I have my moments, but mostly I feel surprisingly okay and that's getting more true with time. I think the good terms we parted on and the constant talk with friends has helped a lot.
That said, I've been dwelling a lot on the past and it is occasionally depressing. It's not just Jill, it's everything. I miss college things like watching TV and drinking beer with Brandon, bullshitting late at night and John Lazur giving me dubious advice. My being disgruntled about change should be neither surprising nor worrisome to any of you. I never pretended to like change, just to know it's good for me.
This September was immediately preceded by moving out of my old house and moving Jill to Santa Cruz, where we broke up. After a week chilling with my sister, I returned to my new house. My three roommates were near-perfect strangers, my room was too full of boxes to fit a mattress and Jill wasn't the only person close to me to have moved on from Davis, just the most recent.
I started work again with Monsanto on the seventh. I'd gotten the job on the basis of an excellent recommendation from my old boss Staci, who I worked under during my internship. I knew I'd be facing a cut in pay, responsibility and interest of work. I'll be doing a complex assay to detect disease contamination in tomato seeds all year. I recently told Staci that my erratic thought-patterns are sub-ideal for the rather meticulous job, but that I'd get the rhythm of it soon enough. The tediousness of the job is saved by the pleasantness of the work environment. Everyone there is very cool and the nature of the job affords us some opportunity to talk.
It also turns out I won the roommate lottery. Mike is a nerdy but affable guy of understated intelligence that I think I could eventually become good friends with. Mereb and Celeste have the master bedroom. I was concerned that their hippy quirks might drive me crazy, but they're really open-minded and not even vegetarians. They turned me onto an awesome beer made by Pabst called Olympia. It's just as good as PBR, but the flavor is corn-driven instead of rice-driven. I suspect they used Cascade-style hops, which is kind of cool. Everyone is interesting to talk to and has a surprising number of things in common with me. I finally have a player for my records, I got my butt handed to me playing Axis and Allies and we might even get chickens soon.
Most of my free time this month has been spent in long conversations with old friends and writing this blog (four thousand unique hits and counting). A few you who know more than how to count will observe that it's been my most productive month of blogging thus far.
I've also been dabbling in TV shows, music and bonding with my new people. Mereb picked up a ping-pong table this weekend. I'd forgotten how much I liked that game. I went to Fry's with Mike on Sunday to check out computers. Yesterday I went to Vacaville Outlet Mall with coworkers and picked up some new shoes (green and white plaid converse, fyi).
I went to a KDVS show last week in Sac with Kern that his band was playing at. He and I both loved one of the bands there (Fall of Electricity), which embodied an intense, proggy drummer/guitarist formula that I've seen work really well a few times (other notable examples being the two-person incarnations of Afternoon Brother and Lightning Bolt). I bought Fall of Electicity's cassette, but I don't have a cassette player, so I'm going to download the mp3's it entitles me to and give away the cassette to the first person who asks, as per the guitarist's suggestion.
Howard has reclaimed an old mini-fridge and is trying to splice in a thermostat so that we can temperature-control fermentation for making sakes and lagers. The plan is to start a doppelbock this weekend and have bottles of it ready for Christmas. I've been scurrying to put together a recipe worthy of my "North Swell Bock" concept.
I've been thanking my lucky stars that Howard ended up sticking around for at least a little while longer. New friends are great and phone friends are great, but having a concrete piece of familiarity is priceless. It's interesting to chat with Howard on a one-on-one basis too. I've hardly ever had conversations with him as personal and thoughtful as they have recently been.
I've kept in contact with Jill and I think there's a decent chance the friends-afterward thing will work. She visited me last Sunday, partly to drop off the next books of a series she got me addicted to. We walked to Borders and talked. We don't talk like nothing's changed, but the familiarity is still there and it's nice. The whole visit was intensely bittersweet, though. Our hugs were the stuff of poetry. After she left I took a nap to both sort out my thoughts and disrupt their endless flow. I was off balance the whole rest of the day.
For those of you who keep asking me why we didn't stay together, please go back and read this. The reasons haven't changed and I have yet to (seriously) reconsider the decision.
For those of you who keep asking me how I'm doing, I'm doing fine. I'm doing better with each passing week. I have my moments, but mostly I feel surprisingly okay and that's getting more true with time. I think the good terms we parted on and the constant talk with friends has helped a lot.
That said, I've been dwelling a lot on the past and it is occasionally depressing. It's not just Jill, it's everything. I miss college things like watching TV and drinking beer with Brandon, bullshitting late at night and John Lazur giving me dubious advice. My being disgruntled about change should be neither surprising nor worrisome to any of you. I never pretended to like change, just to know it's good for me.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Scary Movie Month
October has a lot going for it. Among those things is my third annual tradition of Scary Movie Month. Like many of you out there, I never really liked horror films. I didn't really get why people watched them. So, I decided that just like I'd done with so many kinds of music, I'd teach myself to like scary movies. I looked up the most critically acclaimed films, downloaded them, and approached each with an open mind.
That was October of 2007, and by the end of the month I'd hated some and been quite impressed by others. I didn't yet love horror movies, but the next year I was compelled to continue what I had begun and was left a bit more intrigued than the year before, which brings us to the third annual Scary Movie Month.
Ginger Snaps
October 2008:
Hocus Pocus
This has to be in contention for the ultimate Halloween movie. It manages the tricky feat of being simultaneously light, creepy and thrilling. All hail Bette Midler and Disney. How could a movie this good not earn accolades?
Evil Dead
Obviously I had to watch this with my interest in zombies and cult films. Bruce Campbell is a pip, but I'm not sure I was prepared to appreciate the movie's outlandish sense of scare and style.
Nosferatu
I suppose this is the first silent movie I've watched. This is the original vampire movie and it gets a lot of kudos for pioneering the genre. I found it amazing how much of the movie's montages and imagery had been appropriated to Mel Brook's Young Frankenstein, since spoofs are bellwethers for influence. The movie is good, if a little slow. Unlike Dracula (which was based off the same book), vampires are compared to plague-bearing rodents rather than suave seducers.
Frankenstein
This classic turned out to be everything I'd hoped. It's both scary and heart wrenching in that old horror way.
Near Dark
Rotten Tomatoes gave this rave reviews for its straddling of genres (vampire/western/family), but I didn't see what made it a classic. It's a solid movie, just not spectacular.
Halloween
Apparently the original Halloween was an indie movie and it started the slasher style that defined horror for the next two decades. This movie is all about building suspense rather than violent gore and it does it very well. Brandon thought it was too slow. I think that's mostly a quibble with the genre rather than the execution, though.
October 2009:
Alien
Matt Wingert was trying to tell me about Alien and Aliens and how they differed. Mid-explanation, he just gave up and said, "You need to watch both of them." So that's exactly what I did when Scary Movie Month rolled in. I watched one after another. Alien is a suspenseful slasher with a similar cadence to Halloween.
Aliens
Where Alien was suspenseful, Aliens is riproaringly intense. The movie is a repeated pattern of action, terror, suspense, that spirals higher and higher. What can I say? I found it intensely gratifying. At the beginning I noted feeling genuinely scared and that fear kept snowballing into the kind of claustrophobic horror that is as traumatizing as it is satisfying.
Slither
This movie is lauded for it's worthy tribute to various classic horror movie styles. Nathan Fillion (from Firefly) stars in this genre romp. By the end of the movie, I was thoroughly disgusted and scared. In a good way, of course, but this isn't for the faint of heart.
Rosemary's Baby
After watching this I must have noticed like five cultural references to the movie. This is Roman Polanski's classic about a woman who believes she's been impregnated with the spawn of Satan. There's no terror, really, just a lot of unsettling horror.
Young Frankenstein
In Mel Brooks's low-brow fashion, this is a parody of Frankenstein and indeed all things horror. I told Jill that after watching this she hardly needed to see the original.
Nightmare Before Christmas
Season-appropriate and by Tim Burton, this was a must-see. Obviously I'd watched it before, but this was the first time I recognized this movie for its full greatness. This isn't just a great Halloween movie, it's a great Christmas movie, a great animated movie and a great musical.
Satan's Little Helper
This independent film is about a boy obsessed with a video game called "Satan's Little Helper". He dresses up as Satan's Little Helper for Halloween and goes out "to find Satan". He finds a serial killer in a Satan costume, befriends him, and takes him home. What ensues can be left to your imagination, but I assure you it's worth your while. Surely this is a testament to power of the Halloween mask.
That was October of 2007, and by the end of the month I'd hated some and been quite impressed by others. I didn't yet love horror movies, but the next year I was compelled to continue what I had begun and was left a bit more intrigued than the year before, which brings us to the third annual Scary Movie Month.
I think I'm starting to genuinely enjoy horror and the thrill that it endeavors to produce. I still don't anticipate becoming a fan of the Saw saga, Hostel or the recent House of Wax (bits of each I've seen). The gore-as-terror equation never really made much sense to me. Gore is an enhancer of terror rather than it's generator. It's the fear of harm that drives the scariest movies rather than the actual harm. Don't think I don't relish the satisfying crunch of bones, squelch of flesh or spurt of blood as much as the next moviegoer. I do. It's just supposed to be the ominous warning to the hero/heroine that if they don't run like crazy they'll be next, and it's this epiphany and the ensuing flight that make for the white knuckled ride we look for in modern horror.
Keep in mind that Scary Movie Month is intended as a fulfillment of October rather than a straight out scream-fest. I included movies that have little to do with Halloween and little to do with horror. Even the definition of horror has changed (from King Kong to said gore-fests), and I've endeavored to keep my operating definition as broad as possible.
These are the movies that I've watched these past few years.
October 2007:
Shaun of the Dead
Zombies are my favorite horror movie monster. They don't feel pain, they increase logarithmically and they fucking eat brains. Brains, man, brains. Also all that crap about social commentary is pretty cool. Shaun of the Dead was an obvious choice for its preeminence within that genre and its relative modernity. It's hilarious, sincerely scary and all that, but I'm not sure it lived up to the considerable hype. It's a classic, no doubt, but it probably won't ever make my facebook list.
28 Days Later
An obvious followup to watching Shaun of the Dead because its also about zombies, also British, also from the mid 00's and also critically acclaimed. This movie rocked my socks. It has a good blend of humor, commentary, terror and emotional heft. If there's one movie that I recommend you watch from this post, this is it.
Donnie Darko
While gripping and occasionally scary, this is no horror movie. This is a psychological thriller. What struck me most about Donnie Darko was its serenity and its perfect absorption of that magic month, October.
Ginger Snaps
A Canadian indie film made in 2000. This is a well-rounded horror film that builds from a comparison between werewolfism and girls at puberty. Don't mind the 80's effects, this is a solid movie.
The Lost Boys
This vampire film draws the comparison between vampirism and teen angst. It's a fun 80's movie that you have to watch if you have any interest in Santa Cruz, where it was filmed.
Freaks
This is a 1930's cult classic. It was made before regulations prevented filmmakers from exploiting people's deformities for gain, or whatever, so it's on one level a literal freak show. Overlook the bad acting and you'll find a horror movie with heart.
Hocus Pocus
This has to be in contention for the ultimate Halloween movie. It manages the tricky feat of being simultaneously light, creepy and thrilling. All hail Bette Midler and Disney. How could a movie this good not earn accolades?
Evil Dead
Obviously I had to watch this with my interest in zombies and cult films. Bruce Campbell is a pip, but I'm not sure I was prepared to appreciate the movie's outlandish sense of scare and style.
Nosferatu
I suppose this is the first silent movie I've watched. This is the original vampire movie and it gets a lot of kudos for pioneering the genre. I found it amazing how much of the movie's montages and imagery had been appropriated to Mel Brook's Young Frankenstein, since spoofs are bellwethers for influence. The movie is good, if a little slow. Unlike Dracula (which was based off the same book), vampires are compared to plague-bearing rodents rather than suave seducers.
Frankenstein
This classic turned out to be everything I'd hoped. It's both scary and heart wrenching in that old horror way.
Near Dark
Rotten Tomatoes gave this rave reviews for its straddling of genres (vampire/western/family), but I didn't see what made it a classic. It's a solid movie, just not spectacular.
Halloween
Apparently the original Halloween was an indie movie and it started the slasher style that defined horror for the next two decades. This movie is all about building suspense rather than violent gore and it does it very well. Brandon thought it was too slow. I think that's mostly a quibble with the genre rather than the execution, though.
October 2009:
Alien
Matt Wingert was trying to tell me about Alien and Aliens and how they differed. Mid-explanation, he just gave up and said, "You need to watch both of them." So that's exactly what I did when Scary Movie Month rolled in. I watched one after another. Alien is a suspenseful slasher with a similar cadence to Halloween.
Aliens
Where Alien was suspenseful, Aliens is riproaringly intense. The movie is a repeated pattern of action, terror, suspense, that spirals higher and higher. What can I say? I found it intensely gratifying. At the beginning I noted feeling genuinely scared and that fear kept snowballing into the kind of claustrophobic horror that is as traumatizing as it is satisfying.
Slither
This movie is lauded for it's worthy tribute to various classic horror movie styles. Nathan Fillion (from Firefly) stars in this genre romp. By the end of the movie, I was thoroughly disgusted and scared. In a good way, of course, but this isn't for the faint of heart.
Rosemary's Baby
After watching this I must have noticed like five cultural references to the movie. This is Roman Polanski's classic about a woman who believes she's been impregnated with the spawn of Satan. There's no terror, really, just a lot of unsettling horror.
Young Frankenstein
In Mel Brooks's low-brow fashion, this is a parody of Frankenstein and indeed all things horror. I told Jill that after watching this she hardly needed to see the original.
Nightmare Before Christmas
Season-appropriate and by Tim Burton, this was a must-see. Obviously I'd watched it before, but this was the first time I recognized this movie for its full greatness. This isn't just a great Halloween movie, it's a great Christmas movie, a great animated movie and a great musical.
Satan's Little Helper
This independent film is about a boy obsessed with a video game called "Satan's Little Helper". He dresses up as Satan's Little Helper for Halloween and goes out "to find Satan". He finds a serial killer in a Satan costume, befriends him, and takes him home. What ensues can be left to your imagination, but I assure you it's worth your while. Surely this is a testament to power of the Halloween mask.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
End of Summer Melancholy
There's always a certain melancholy associated with the break between school and summer. Part of it was mixed feelings about school, but more of it, I'm now realizing, was the loneliness from most friends being on vacation. At the same time, it's also a time for unprecedented partying if you're still in Davis. There's nothing like a half-blacked-out night followed by a long day with nothing to do and no personal contact for some sobering self-reflection. Also, a lot of emotion comes from the hunger from forgetting to eat, which happens when you spend an entire day doing nothing.
It's the kind of melancholy that makes you squirm. Like you want/need something so desperately but you don't even know what it is that you want. That makes you want to do anything to slow the flood of thought. It's the kind of melancholy that makes you feel physically sick, and by the way I might be coming down with something. Sleep is always the most obvious solution, but part of having nothing to do is being irritatingly well-rested. Other solutions are television, talking with friends in person or via telecommunication, and drinking yourself silly.
Sometimes I want to lash out and hurt people around me. It's not an emotional desire so much as a cognitive one. I feel like people take my self-possession for granted and that their lack of control is attributable to laziness on their parts. And maybe, maybe, if you took the same liberties as they do they would respond and treat you with all the attention that you don't get but feel you deserve. But I've found that you cannot get away with the actions of others if you aren't in the same headspace as they are. If you do something malicious on intellectual whim that other people do in passion, you will be held accountable in ways that the passionate person won't be. In short, the world expects of us what we can give. Furthermore, and this should be obvious to everyone: everyone sometimes thinks they deserve more attention than they do, and to base short term actions with long-term consequences on angst and whim is rarely a sound course of action.
It's the kind of melancholy that makes you squirm. Like you want/need something so desperately but you don't even know what it is that you want. That makes you want to do anything to slow the flood of thought. It's the kind of melancholy that makes you feel physically sick, and by the way I might be coming down with something. Sleep is always the most obvious solution, but part of having nothing to do is being irritatingly well-rested. Other solutions are television, talking with friends in person or via telecommunication, and drinking yourself silly.
Sometimes I want to lash out and hurt people around me. It's not an emotional desire so much as a cognitive one. I feel like people take my self-possession for granted and that their lack of control is attributable to laziness on their parts. And maybe, maybe, if you took the same liberties as they do they would respond and treat you with all the attention that you don't get but feel you deserve. But I've found that you cannot get away with the actions of others if you aren't in the same headspace as they are. If you do something malicious on intellectual whim that other people do in passion, you will be held accountable in ways that the passionate person won't be. In short, the world expects of us what we can give. Furthermore, and this should be obvious to everyone: everyone sometimes thinks they deserve more attention than they do, and to base short term actions with long-term consequences on angst and whim is rarely a sound course of action.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Face Paint
Face paint is officially awesome.
Face paint is infinitely superior to masks. Breathable, flexible and compact not to mention emotive, face paint has the capacity to radically change your appearance with little money and full artistic license. Face paint can be deeply creepy or frightening without being static.
Of course, at college Halloween parties like the ones I visited this past weekend in Isla Vista, looking creepy and/or frightening is rarely the objective. For girls, Halloween is generally treated as an excuse to wear as little as possible. While guys are permitted a bit more wiggle room, considering Halloween mythology it is remarkable how nonthreatening the vast majority of costumes are. Come to think of it, Santa Barbara girls are no strangers to face paint, but the frightening result is sadly inadvertent.
I am a huge fan of holiday spirit and a hot nurse outfit just fails the Halloween litmus test. What happened to the desire to be thrilled by the holiday? Maybe these girls just thrill themselves at their own daring. I imagine standard costume-picking conversation to go something like this: "No way, that's just too slutty. I mean, that's over the line, even for you.""Oh, but yours is way sluttier than mine.""At least ours aren't as bad as so-and-so's.""Yeah!"
Don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter and I'm not opposed to cleavage. I'm just waiting to see a rabid playboy bunny with nasty, big, pointed teeth.
And I assure that you will find a truly creepy or frightening costume to be deeply rewarding. You are a living part of the Halloween dream. I was talking to this girl that night as a mime and she was quite friendly, but when I started hitting on her she practically ran away. Not one hundred percent sure that was the paint...
So dress not to impress, but to terrify those around you. I demand monsters! It is your holiday duty just as come December it will be to spread holiday cheer. Dress as a skeleton, a vampire, a zombie, as Frankenstein's monster or a sinister rabbit of pure evil, just recall what makes Halloween Halloween and not another costume party.
Face paint is infinitely superior to masks. Breathable, flexible and compact not to mention emotive, face paint has the capacity to radically change your appearance with little money and full artistic license. Face paint can be deeply creepy or frightening without being static.
Of course, at college Halloween parties like the ones I visited this past weekend in Isla Vista, looking creepy and/or frightening is rarely the objective. For girls, Halloween is generally treated as an excuse to wear as little as possible. While guys are permitted a bit more wiggle room, considering Halloween mythology it is remarkable how nonthreatening the vast majority of costumes are. Come to think of it, Santa Barbara girls are no strangers to face paint, but the frightening result is sadly inadvertent.
I am a huge fan of holiday spirit and a hot nurse outfit just fails the Halloween litmus test. What happened to the desire to be thrilled by the holiday? Maybe these girls just thrill themselves at their own daring. I imagine standard costume-picking conversation to go something like this: "No way, that's just too slutty. I mean, that's over the line, even for you.""Oh, but yours is way sluttier than mine.""At least ours aren't as bad as so-and-so's.""Yeah!"
Don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter and I'm not opposed to cleavage. I'm just waiting to see a rabid playboy bunny with nasty, big, pointed teeth.
And I assure that you will find a truly creepy or frightening costume to be deeply rewarding. You are a living part of the Halloween dream. I was talking to this girl that night as a mime and she was quite friendly, but when I started hitting on her she practically ran away. Not one hundred percent sure that was the paint...
So dress not to impress, but to terrify those around you. I demand monsters! It is your holiday duty just as come December it will be to spread holiday cheer. Dress as a skeleton, a vampire, a zombie, as Frankenstein's monster or a sinister rabbit of pure evil, just recall what makes Halloween Halloween and not another costume party.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Halloween Note
So October's been a wild ride and I wanted you guys to know that I haven't forgotten about you. I've got a political post or two in the works that I'll make sure to publish before Tuesday. I leave for Santa Barbara today at noon to see Matt Wingert and Co and their school's allegedly magnificent festivities. I plan to dress as a zombie, in case you're wondering. Either way now is a poor time to write a blog because I have a million and a half things to do, including packing, so I bid you adios.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Three Seconds in the Life
I cross a street on my way to class. A girl, probably a freshman, appears disgruntled that I would walk out in front of her bike, a few feet within her set trajectory. Without changing my stride, I stare said freshman down with a glare that plainly says, "I dare you to hit me you ignorant noob." She tweaks her course a bit and passes behind me. I go to class.
Curse these freshman. Talking to my roommate Greg on the subject of our campus's present affliction he suddenly said, "They're like children!". Ha ha ha... ha... *sigh*.
Curse these freshman. Talking to my roommate Greg on the subject of our campus's present affliction he suddenly said, "They're like children!". Ha ha ha... ha... *sigh*.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Coke and Anise
I haven't stopped tinkering with cocktails. I present to you my Fall invention, the Coke and Anise.
¼ shot Pastis (or other anise-flavored liquor)
2 dashes Peschaud's Bitters
1 ½ shot Coca Cola
Friday, September 26, 2008
Imposters and split personalities
Marisa is my dear high school friend who until recently attended UCLA. She left on her Mormon mission for Prague this summer.
Dear Marisa,
I saw your double tonight. She looked just like you, except she was rather plump. She had your mannerisms and your smile and your sense of humor. It's only been a few months, but I already miss you so much.
Please write back as soon as is convenient.
With Adoration,Max
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Odds and Ends of Summer's End
There's been a noticeable cooling recently. The days are getting shorter and the air is getting gusty. Peaches are finishing up and apples went on sale at Safeway this week. It's become painfully obvious that summer is coming to a close and, as much as I have enjoyed the season, I feel ready to embrace the hustle that characterizes fall quarter.
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