If you’re reading my blog, it may have occurred to you that I like horror movies quite a bit. When I was a kid, though, horror movies were not my friend. Well, not most of them . . . bizarrely, I loved Poltergeist. I don’t know. It was weird. Jurassic Park scared me (I felt sorry for the lawyer—who feels sorry for the lawyer?) but I liked Poltergeist. There is no logic to this.
Still, for the most part, I hated scary movies.
This all this changed when I was 12 and saw Wes Craven’s Scream for the first time. I absolutely love Scream. It is the slasher I judge all slashers against. There’s probably an essay in that somewhere, how my introduction to the horror genre was this funny, scary, completely meta movie which has since informed a direct link between humor and fear in my mind . . . but I’m too lazy to write it right now.
So, Friday’s recommendation: if you’ve somehow never seen this movie, go watch Scream. If you didn’t like it for some reason, give it a second chance. It manages the very tricky balance between being funny and being scary; it kind of restarted the entire horror genre in the mid 90’s, and it gave us Randy’s Rules. I don’t know where I’d be today without them.
Here’s the trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTWf9QGdJCQ
Hee. I smile just watching it.