“Dawn of the Dead” was released when I was in the 5th grade. At the time of its release, the film was not rated—no one under 17 was admitted.
Television advertisements during the week of the film’s release were thrilling. My 5th Grade mind could not imagine any reason why a movie would be “Rated X” for horror, unless the movie was very scary, very transgressive, and somehow, very truthful.
Although I never got a chance to see “Dawn of the Dead” until its release on VHS years later, “DOTD” assumed legendary magnitude in my subconscious: My imagination was fascinated with the film that I was forbidden to see. For years, I had nightmares—as well as adventurous dreams—about the zombie world of DOTD.
When I finally saw DOTD, it did not disappoint.
By that time, I was already reading Stephen King and becoming interested in other horror sub-genres. I organized my 15-year-old life around John Carpenter and Fangoria.
Finally, when “Nightmare on Elm Street” came out, the descriptions of the film sounded like fantasy crap and I never saw it. When I finally stumbled onto it years later, I was blown away by the quality of it. “Nightmare on Elm Street” to me is not merely a great horror film, but a brilliant non-genre film that I put near the top of my Best Films List.
But the problem with being a horror fan is that you must starve. At your local video rental store, the Horror Section is always the smallest section in the store.
Could contemporary horror films recapture that sense of forbidden, underground, transgressive, too-honest adventure that my 5th Grade heart still craves? Will there ever be a Horror Renaissance? “Saw” and “Hostel” don’t do it for me, because of the pro-Abu Ghraib, pro-Bush political subtext that turns me off. And I haven’t noticed any NC-17 horror films in a long time which aren’t transgressive for the sake of exploitation (which DOTD wasn’t).
I guess I’ll always be waiting and looking for my next horror fix. Chasing the dragon. Trying to recapture that first high—when horror movies meant something so dark and terrible, something so scary, something forbidden because it would be too raw and too truthful.
Horror movies are the finest genre. So why is it the smallest section at the video store?