The Man of My Dreams

It would have to take something big to finally pull me out of the morass of work in which I’ve been trapped all summer. Something bigger than book reviews or navel gazing or even the insanity of the current political landscape (a landscape I’m already tired of looking at, and we’ve still got more than a year to go).

No, it had to be larger than that. It had to be something personally moving…something so important to me that, no matter how many evenings and stolen moments throughout the days that I have stockpile to write this, it will be done. It’s the least I can do for the man who played such an integral role in my conversion to the tried-and-true horror apostle I am today.

True, I credit Poltergeist as being the first modern horror film I ever saw all the way through. That was my gateway film, so to speak. But if I were credit one genre director as being most responsible for completely converting me to the Church of Horror, it would have to be Wes Craven.

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I give John Carpenter full dues for the brilliance that is Halloween. And I attribute the state of the horror genre as I knew and loved it growing up to a particular set of directors/writers who ruled the horror landscape throughout the 80s: Craven, Carpenter, Sam Raimi, Tobe Hooper, and Sean Cunningham (with honorable mention to Clive Barker for the glory that is Pinhead).

These men understood the visceral nature of fear and they harnessed that to full unadulterated effect through some of the genre’s most unsettling movies. They were the fathers of evisceration and unrest, pushing the boundaries of, at the time, a mostly staid genre into territories that even they found too disturbing to explore…which is what pushed them to explore them in the first place. Craven himself stated that The Last House on the Left was one of his movies that he could never go back and re-watch because of how horrific it was to him.

And then came Freddy Krueger. As much as I love Michael Myers and Pinhead and Jason, Freddy was my first horror villain. I actually first met him through the fourth Elm Street movie The Dream Master, which was not one of Craven’s films. However, I loved Freddy from the very first flick of his silver-knived hand right down to his inimitably painful puns. He was horror kitsch of the killer variety, compelling and charismatic and amusingly unique even among the high-caliber villainous company he was keeping at the time. I needed to know everything about him.

I was not anticipating the Freddy Krueger I met in the first film. Craven’s original 1984 movie was disturbing in the ugliest of realistic ways (strange to say of a killer who is himself dead and offs his victims in their nightmares). This character came from the mind of someone who understood that true fear resided in the deepest, darkest, most depraved corners of ourselves. We create the worst fears, whether through our own thoughts or our own deeds. No matter how much I love the campy, “lovable” Freddy of later films, my allegiance will always rest in the gloved hand of that original Krueger. He was only on screen for 7 minutes that first movie…less time than even the Wicked Witch of the West got in The Wizard of Oz…but oh, those 7 minutes.

Thankfully, Craven did return for The New Nightmare, one of my other favorite Freddy films. Additionally, New Nightmare was one of the earliest examples, that I can remember, of that meta take on film-making that blurs reality and fiction into a tasty melange of horror savoriness that I clearly find addictive.

And then there’s Scream. True, Craven didn’t write it and he almost didn’t direct it. But thank the horror deities that he did. Talk about meta savoriness. I have written about this film and franchise many times here at the lair. Two of my Ladies of Horror May-hem come from this film (two other Ladies come from Elm Street). The original film works so well in part because of its clear respect for and indebtedness to the time during which Craven and that previously mentioned collection of amazingly demented directors ruled the horror genre. And while the series holistically was never as solid as the first film, Craven did his best to make it as solidly scary as he could with what Williamson gave him.

Of course, these are only the movies that often rise to the top of any discussion of Craven’s contributions to the horror genre. Let’s not forget, he also gave us The Hills Have Eyes; Deadly Friend, which includes one of my all-time favorite character deaths ever; Shocker (I still refer to Mitch Pileggi as “Horace Pinker”); The People Under the Stairs, which gave me a whole new outlook on Twin Peaks and turned so many traditional horror tropes upside down and inside out in ways that I don’t think many appreciated at the time; Red Eye (sure, I’d like to find flying even more traumatizing!); and The Serpent and the Rainbow, which ranks still as one of my favorite “zombie” movies.

Craven was sharp, well-read, curious, creative, kind, and witty, and he made my horror-loving adolescence ironically brighter from all the darkness he brought to the genre. I have mourned his death every day since I learned he was with us no more. He left behind a brilliant legacy, but his time with us was still far too short.

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Ladies of Horror May-hem: Lana Winters

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I briefly struggled with the fact that Lana Winters is not a horror movie heroine. However, I realized quickly that she was perfect for this month for precisely that reason. She instead made her mark as an amazing genre heroine from an equally amazing genre television show, of which there are not many options. She stands as proof that, if given the opportunity, a talented actress given a well-scripted role can bring horror to life in astonishing ways, regardless of the size of the screen.

[Loba Tangent: I also briefly struggled with the notion of combining Lana with her adversary, the stentorian Sister Jude, played to perfection by Jessica Lange. Both deserve to be included together for the fascinating interconnectedness they shared throughout their development. Plus, Lange’s performance as Jude is yet another in a series of high-quality performances from this grand dame of Hollywood elite. However, in the end, I chose Lana to stand alone as representative of this show, difficult though that decision ultimately proved to be.]

First, for full disclosure, I have only watched the second season of American Horror Story, dubbed “Asylum,” in its entirety. I tried to watch the first season, but I found it too tedious. Thankfully, each season of the series is a different story, with different characters telling the tale. Even more thankfully, the second season proved to be one of the best pieces of horror TV I’ve seen in a very long time. By taking the entire season to reveal its story, the show took its tortuously sweet time in creating a diabolical diaspora of evil intent and insufferable cruelty. I often don’t enjoy horror that showcases humanity’s penchant for violence and abuse against its own, but I can make allowances for those offerings that are done with care and precision. I can honestly say that I felt that AHS: Asylum executed both points quite well.

Another point well in the show’s favor was the wisdom in casting Sarah Paulson as Lana Winters, the “plucky” reporter with designs on fame for cracking open the truth behind Sister Jude and her Briarcliff Mental Institution. She could not have been a better selection to portray Lana and her almost preternatural survival reflex against the horrors in store for her. With chimeric grace, Paulson has repeatedly proven throughout her career that there has yet been a character outside the reach of her acting skills. She is one of my favorite parts of modern Hollywood, never disappointing me with her performances, even when cast in lesser roles in lesser projects. It’s taken a bit of time for the rest of Hollywood to see what I’ve seen for a while, and I couldn’t be more delighted.

Paulson’s performance acumen makes Lana such a compelling character that, even when the storyline delved into genre tropes that I rarely find tolerable let alone enjoyable, I continued along. I needed to see Lana’s story through to its completion. And, I have to say, her final moments on screen are deeply satisfying, something that quite often is not the case for horror endings. It’s admittedly much more of a commitment to discover the joy of Lana Winters as a horror heroine, but I believe that she will be well worth your time.