Am I evil?
Or more notably, are we, as horror fans evil? Let’s face it, we don’t flock to the cinemas to ogle the latest Friday the 13th or Halloween for moral connotations, and horror flicks hardly scare us anymore (with the exception of maybe Paranormal Activity 3, which I have yet to see) we go to see our favorite anti-heroes do what they do best: stab, cut, maim, mar, burn, bludgeon, hack, slash, disembowel, dismember, behead (and so much more) victim after victim until the red stuff can flow no more, or at least until the villain is (temporarily) routed anyways.
So, does that make us evil?
I’m not going to try and dissect the metaphycal aspects of why we watch onscreen violence. Everyone has their own reason why they do what they do. Instead, I want to answer the above question. Are we evil? Does our love for monsters and blood secure us a hot spot in Hell?
Does rubbernecking when we pass a grusome car accident make us evil?
Some folks go to the movies to have a good scare, which hardly makes them evil. I get it. Some people like to be scared, and that’s all fine and dandy, but I personally stopped being scared about fifteen years ago. Though these movies (for the most part) don’t really terrorize me anymore, I’m as much a horror fan now, as I was in my youth.
If not more so.
As a child growing up in a dysfunctional household not unlike Rob Zombie’s interpretation of the Myers family (just add heavy religious construction and welcome to my childhood) I scurried to these movies as a means of escaping domestic drama. After my parents thankfully divorced, I was left to the mercy of an ultra-judgmental and uber-religious dad who did everything in his super power to keep me from the films I loved. Wielding his bible like Thor’s Hammer, my dad would preach things like, “Those movies are wicked.” And “You’re soul is in danger, boy.” Believe you me, it got to be pretty goddamn (yes that was intentional) laughable after a while. Eventually, I was seen as “Evil,” “Hell bound,” and the next “Charles Manson.” Of course I rebelled, as any angst-ridden teenager would…
My love for horror was quite evident in the clothes I wore, the muc I listened to, and the images I painted. Naturally, my dad was not shy about voicing his disapproval, and tried to force me to go to church, even bringing his pastor to the house to “council” me. If anything from my childhood screwed me up, it certainly wasn’t the horror movies. That, my fellow Bidites, is for damn sure.
Needless to say, my pa and I haven’t been on speakin’ terms for some time, and not because I don’t want to have anything to do with the man. I don’t conform or adhere to his standards of living, so to hell with me. That’s fine. I’m happily married with a young Bidite-in-training of my own.
My eyes are as dry as can be, except when my daughter and I watched “The Monster Squad” for the first time together and she asked, “Daddy, what are nards?” I told her it was bad candy. LMAO!!! What else could I say on the fly?
While I’m certainly not a Satanist, I’m definitely no angel. I’ve had my fair share of ups and waaaaaaay downs, but I generally love life, respect others, and want to see people succeed and be happy. So fuckin’ what if I want to watch chainsaw wielding maniacs terrorize stupid people? Does that make me bad? I don’t get off on it. To me, Leather Face, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger etc. are akin to the shark in “Jaws”. They’re just monster movies—nothing more than 90 minutes of mindless self-indulgence. Sure, they’re a little more “red” than the Universal Monsters of yesteryear, but it’s bacally the same difference, right? Most of these movies are heavily drenched in the richest of cheese sauce.
So what?
I love it. You’ve got your 700 Club, I’ve got my slashers.
I’m not hurting anyone.
My dad was convinced these movies would turn me into a psycho killer. Apparently, a lot of misguided and clueless people out there feel the same. Obviously, we horror fans know better. Murder and mayhem have been around long before the modern slasher film. Jack the Ripper anyone?
These movies entertain. There MIGHT be the occaonal nutjob who shouldn’t be watching these things, but mental illness begins well before someone is ever exposed to a lly movie. The evil people of the world are going to do evil, regardless of horror movies.
These movies don’t warp rational minds, though they certainly are influential. My daughter likes zombies. She likes vampires and werewolves. Instead of Barbie she plays with Monster High dolls, and Halloween is her absolute favorite time of year. She has a toy assault rifle and hunts invible zombies; it’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen. She hasn’t seen the more hardcore horror flicks for obvious reasons because she’s only 8, but her blossoming love for horror is quite evident, and when she’s ready, I’ve got a nice collection of DVDs waiting for her to enjoy.
I think I’ll start her off light with some George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead and John Carpenter’s Halloween--when she's older, of course.
With that said, my daughter’s no worse off for having seen the Monster Squad or sneaking glimpses of Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives, when she’s supposed to be in bed. She’s a pretty good kid with a big heart. Compared to a lot of her school mates I’ve seen, my selfless little girl is a rare exception indeed, and she’s a part-time zombie slayer! How much would I bet these rowdier kids aren’t even allowed to even think about horror movies? I think it’s a safe bet.
This article may imply I have a thing against religion—believe it or not I don’t. I want to make it clear I respect all religious beliefs, and was ting my dad as an example of religioty gone amuck. I was the "devil" because I enjoy a good (or bad) horror flick. Now that I'm an adult I can look back on it and laugh. I'm no more the "devil" than Al Pacino was in "The Devil's Advocate". If I learned anything from my pa, it's to do the oppote of him: not be uptight, angry, and judgmental—and to be open minded.
Also, not all fine church goin' folk are bad. My wife's parents attend chruch religiously (yes pun intended) and they have never judged my obvious love for horror.
My childhood experience may not be typical, but it’s what helped to shape me into the adult I am today. I love cheesy movies with lots of blood and screaming, but I’m happy, and I detest senseless real life violence.
So there!
Also, I can acknowledge that not every horror fan has been ridiculed for their love of all things horror. Some have even been fortunate enough to share their love with parents as pasonate about zombies as they are, and that’s beyond awesome if you ask me. Anyways, I hope to hear from you, fellow Bidites. Hopefully, most of you don’t have to defend your love for horror, but if you do, you’re not alone.
So, are we evil? I don’t know about you, but I think it’s safe to say, “No I’m not…far from it actually.” I’m just another horror fan among a legion of horror fans…
…and we are many.