I enjoy a horror movie as much as the next person but it’s always kind of amused me the way the “gatherers” seem to enjoy the cinematic thrill of being scared.
The turning away so as not to look, the sudden jolt and gasping or bated breath, the goosebumps and fingers digging into your arm.
The graphics in modern movies are nothing short of spectacular, but to tell you the truth I kind of favor vintage horror movies like Dracula, the Wolf Man, and The Mummy.
There’s a moodiness about them beginning with Nosferatu that must have scared the hell out audiences – a new genre was born and audiences couldn’t get enough of being scared.
There was also an innocence about them, none of the expected and now obligatory nudity and incessant f bombs.
In a vampire movie today you see the vampire sinking his fangs into his victim, blood spurting everywhere, or the wolf man ripping someone’s throat out up close and personal.
Something I noticed in Dracula with Bela Lugosi is you never actually see him biting his victim, it’s left to the imagination, and I think that works on a number of levels – people individually have the opportunity to conjure up their own image, sort of an interactive participation.
There isn’t a lot of innovation in Hollywood, once something sells it becomes a genre to flood the market with – like that script about a bunch of college kids getting together to go camping and it becomes a fight for survival – how predictable and cliche has that become?
Zombies is another, there’s been some excellent zombie movies, but few in comparison to the number of b grade and below.
I remember one time right around Halloween a man I had been working with gave me a wolf man mask, one of those full over the head masks that looked very real.
He had worn it a couple of times to parties and decided on being something different.
Horror movies were on tap and after having watched the original wolf man and a couple of others goosebumps had become common so as coffee was being made and the movies being discussed I said I was going to step out to make the rounds with the hounds and was advised to watch out for the wolf man.
Took a little persuading to convince the hounds that once the mask was on it was still me, but when they were satisfied I crept up to a window, made a noise or two to attract attention and then fell on the ground with the reactions – I’ve never seen people scatter so fast or so many cups flying in the air.
A follow up was the next day a friend came by dressed as the wolf man – he got about ten feet from his car before the hounds were after him and had to make a hasty retreat.
The hounds like homey don’t play dat and willing to take on anything.
And that wolf man mask I mentioned? The hounds not being easily mollified seized an opportunity as it arose took care of business and could only be praised for doing their job.
In the aftermath we rest assured that a werewolf won’t come within miles – that coupled with a good supply of garlic and two threats have been defanged.
Of the available Nosferatu photos I believe the one above is the most sinister, the most evocative, leaving it all to the imagination.
Yeah I know, the older versions are pretty tame by today’s standards, and I like the new ones also, but ……..