When it’s a foggy morning and I say to myself “this is the beginning of a horror movie, for sure,” this is the movie I’ve been unknowingly referencing.
A cross between the Gorton’s fisherman and Boris Karloff’s mummy, there’s something in the fog. It’s a wonder people still travel to new England seaside towns after this and JAWS. The fog took on a very similar sense of menace as the infamous shark, terrorizing the residents.
The character development was odd but worked well enough considering the genre. It appears that picking up hitchhikers led to long-term romantic relationships back in the day.
Moral of the story: beware of local politics. Whether it’s a killer clown, killer shark, or a colonial sea captain, your ancestors screwed over… No good can come of it.
With the benefit of hindsight, this makes sense and is an exciting entry in the saga. At the time, I’m sure I would have been right there with my pitchfork and torch, ready to burn the theater down saying, “what the hell what was that?”
This is a slasher film. Don’t overthink it. No need for Druids and Stonehenge and curses. Just Michael Myers, his knife, and some unsuspecting teenagers.
It’s one of those historical films you have to watch once, but will probably never revisit.
Wes Craven at the height of his powers.
Turns out “Scary Movie” is just a rip-off of the master himself. Such a perfectly constructed story, including fourth wall breaks in all the right places. I have laughed this hard at a horror film in quite a while. It was also genuinely scary when it needed to be, pointing to the craftsmanship of the filmmaker. Very well done.
Not at all what I expected, both in a good way and bad. I didn’t see the over two-hour run time coming. I honestly thought during the introduction that I had wandered into the wrong theater showing a completely different movie.
Once things get rolling, expect something between “Paranormal Activity” and “Midsommar.”
What is advertised as your run of the mill horror-thriller that fills the month of October every year wanders into thinkpiece territory. It ends either on a brilliant note or with its head securely up its ass, depending on how you follow the first 95% of the film. Part of me feels like they never fully decided which direction they wanted to develop, thus ending up with pieces of 2-3 good movies cobbled together as one.
One of the most significant heavyweight bouts of all time! Such a cinematic treat to see these two legends sharing the big screen, shedding blood, and racking up a body count. I can’t imagine how insane this sounded when it came out. Arguably, one of the most substantial entries in both anthologies. Just in time for spooky season. Turn your brain off, and watch let the madness begin!
A well-balanced narrative, pinning the strengths of each against each other. Brain and brawn. Mano a mano. Take a trip down Elm Street, all the way to Camp Crystal Lake. A great time is to be had by all. You won’t want to sleep through this one—especially the end.