I’m not a geeky fanboy. I don’t go to conventions or collect figurines or write on message boards. But for some (most likely repressed and disturbing) reason, I love horror movies. I can watch a Nightmare on Elm Street film any day, any time, and I can suffer through hours upon hours of the most derivative and dreadful crap, just so long as it’s trying to scare me. Why is this? Why is this–the least respected genre, the genre most likely to produce terrible direction and terrible special effects and terrible storytelling–the genre that I’ve picked as my favorite? What’s wrong with me?
My own theory? Every writer has an “inner nerd,” something they love passionately and that might even inspire them, but something that just looks and sounds weird to hear about. A friend of mine shoots bow and arrows. Another friend loves fantasy books, and another digs harlequin romances. One other friend follows baseball with a passion bordering on the psychotic. Maybe our “inner nerd” helps us to realize and remember why we loved writing or art to begin with, or maybe it just helps us to cleanse our palette and better appreciate the “serious” work we want to do.
Whatever the case, the horror genre is my inner nerd. And here, I’ll collect my reflections, observations, and viewing lists. Click the “category” to the right (“Holic on Horror”) for a run-down of all postings, or click any of the links below for a few of my most recent (or favorite) postings.
2010-2011 – Thoughts and Reflections:
A Nightmare on Elm Street (remake)
Direct-to-Video/ Direct-to-Netflix Greatness (why do I do this to myself?):
