Despite my love of reading
the genres of horror and SF it's almost never genre movies that 'blow my hair back' so to speak.
Movies like Amadeus, Chasing Amy, Fargo, No Country For Old Men, Juno, There Will Be Blood
- these are the ones that get me stoked and make we want to shout "Yes, baby, YES!"
Genre films though -
- I've got low expectations: my wife Audrey and I love going to the cinema in the summer to watch an 'event' movie, such as the superhero ones. I've thoroughly enjoyed most of them, but at the same time don't ever expect anything deep to linger over later.
Sure, I have all the Star Wars DVDs (special features alone are worth it!
) purely for their science fantasy popcorn element. I've also got the 5 disc Blade Runner
and the 3 disc Brazil
, both of which I revisit, naturally enough, for entirely different reasons.
Horror movies, on the other hand, are just utter crud. Torture-porn. Body-horror. Horrific for all the wrong reasons. Surprising, perhaps, given my love of reading horror. But, then, my interest in written horror has come (like most people of my generation) from Stephen King's Danse Macabre
. And even here my taste runs to the middlelist authors like Ligotti, Campbell, Grant, Etchison and so on. (Nope, no Hutson, Masterton, N. Smith or Saul on my shelves - all as derivative as the movies they imitate.)
A quick scan of my DVD case turns up no horror movies.
And before anyone runs over and shouts, "Hey, read Mark Morris's Cinema Macabre!"
Yep, seen it, yawned, tossed it.
on the other hand...