Sunday, April 14, 2013

Taking a Stab at Feminism: Why Horror is Empowering


This article was originally posted on In Our Words

** WARNING: This article contains spoilers for various movies including Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Scream and various other classics that you should have seen by now.**


“Look out! He's behind you!”

She'd could go out the front door but she goes upstairs instead. She clobbers the murderer over the head once and leaves the weapon behind. He's been chasing her for over an hour and she hasn't even taken her shirt off!

I'm sorry, did that sound sexist?

Horror doesn't get a lot of credit. And trust me, trying to make a critical argument that horror is a relevant art form over a cup of coffee doesn't earn you much either, but the topic that always gets the blood boiling is how degrading the genre is toward women. When someone poses that viewpoint, I feel more slighted as a woman than when I'm actually watching a slasher. I would kill (or be killed) to be a Scream Queen. To follow in the bloody but unbowed footsteps of Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Sidney Prescott and countless others would be the triumph of a lifetime. Literally. In third grade, my best friend and I made a sleepover tradition of renting through the shlock and shock of the local video store's horror section. The first time I saw the iconic closet scene in Halloween I knew I was done for. The fact that someone could be backed into a corner and terrorized yet keep her wits and get out alive was baffling. A girl no less! I'm one of those! I fell in love with horror. Of course, to be fair, it came on to me first. And it was empowering.

Now, while I don't think that all horror films are rife with girl power, I think there's a solid case that the female archetypes found throughout the genre (and especially the subgenre of the slasher) are actually positive feminist fodder. On top of the inherent male gaze of Hollywood cinema, the fear factory tends to bleed out a stream of conventions that demean women and glorify violence against them. However, no other genre of film has evolved so intimately with the times; reacting and responding to real politics and humanity itself. From creature feature to torture porn, horror has remained a highly stylized caricature of human nature, and, more importantly, the dynamic between men and women. To see why these chillers remain one of the few consistent pro-women vehicles in the media, you have to break down the very conventions that make the genre what it is.

It really comes down to the characters. You know them. The Debbie Downer, the Blonde Bimbo, the Mannish Muscle, the Woebegone Witch, and of course the Scream Queen/Final Girl. Debbie doesn't even want to be alive, Blondie is hypersexual, Manny is an “other”, and Sabrina is either too smart or too superstitious to remain until the end. Instead, it will all boil down to a showdown between a psychopath wielding a phallic weapon and the one girl who remained pure and virginal throughout the whole ordeal. These roles are so reductive it hurts. But take a look at the cast list reflecting horror's primary audience: The Stoned Shaggy, the Sweet Geek, the Horny Half-wit, the Brave Boyfriend, and The Killer himself. Shags is too hazy, Bill Nye is only helpful for so long, the Horndog more than likely provoked an attack at one point or another, and trying to be the hero most assuredly leaves you to die second to last. All that remains is a contorted shell of madness. Scooby Doo makes a lot more sense now, doesn't it? Of course they didn't deal with real monsters or ghosts! There isn't an archetype in the Mystery Machine that could possibly survive an actual murderous rampage!

Although I would've put my money on Don Knotts.
Many would argue that horror films are often morality tales. The Final Girl is a prudish virgin and therefore is allowed to live. I think it's important to point out that Laurie had a crush on a boy, of course Nancy was doing it with Johnny Depp, and Sidney broke the rule. These iconic women didn't lack sexuality or desire, it simply was not essential to their survival. Recent additions to the genre such as Cabin in the Woods and The Descent have shown an acquired self awareness within the confines of horror preconceptions that allows characters to show their clean character without relying on the merits of their chastity. In fact, a lot of Final Girls exude commonly male anti-hero flaws.

There is always an exception to the rule but I guarantee that if one expectation is removed, another will be reinforced. Even if these character patterns are not adhered to, another custom will still exist. Look at the final throwdown between Good and Evil that is usually personified in the two main characters of the film. The Final Girl epitomizes women's struggle against a patriarchal society which is often embodied by a faceless, lumbering, all too powerful source (i.e. Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Leatherface) Have you ever rolled your eyes when the Scream Queen trips over nothing? She just hit the glass ceiling. By the end she'll have a limp and no way to actually outrun her foe, forcing her to confront The Killer head on. During her attempted escape, she will more than likely find a phallic object to use against her opposition. Some might say that this further proves the chauvinistic idea that a woman must arm herself with male aspects in order to overcome an innate vulnerability. I would argue that it is a bite back at the gender binary enforced upon our culture.

Being a typically adolescent focused type of cinema, horror is loaded with sexual symbolism and imagery. It is usually very apparent within the first ten minutes of a horror movie who our heroine will be. From that point on, we watch her have her personal space or home invaded, her friends stripped away, be possessed in some cases, and endure countless stabbings and other rape imagery via an intrusive voyeuristic viewpoint. Again, this seems very sexist, but I can't stress enough how important this oppression is in presenting viewers with a survivor instead of a victim.

Let's be honest, the horror genre isn't the most critically acclaimed film form, nor is it the most cerebral cinematic experience one could hope to have. However, millions flock to gorge themselves on popcorn and milk duds while they watch numerous people (usually women) be gored, gutted, and gouged in the most unique way possible. Despite the frail attempts at being creative or reinventing horror, the genre's greatest strengths tend to lie in it's accepted truths and archetypes.

Yes, some scenes can be excessive and meant to shock and stun audiences but in the hands of a good director and an informed audience, they can be inspiration to action. Laurie used every weapon available (Hello. Knitting needle to the neck.), Nancy set traps, and Sidney grew the fuck up. They are hardcore. Think of a horror film as though it's “The Best of the 11 o'clock News” If you're not disgusted or upset by the actual content and the fact that far worse trespasses are actually being made against your fellow people, that women and their rights being threatened has become an everyday occurrence, doesn't that make you the monster?

All true Queens know that the point is to scream, not remain silent.

-AP

Monday, April 8, 2013

1000 Stabs!

Darlings, I am simply gushing with gratitude!  Thank you so much for each breath you share with me.  I can't wait to spend more midnights with you.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Review 4: Dead to Rights


This revival will be more exciting than the Julianne Moore kind.

Good evening gremlins,

Like a star-crossed lover, I was fated to return to you.  My head is bloody but not unbowed in my resolution to remain true to horror despite the despairing drought of mainstream macabre.  It has been nearly a year since I last reared my skull to the dusky twilight of the genre.  Oh, let’s face it.  The Cabin in the Woods depressed me.  As I mentioned in my review, it left me with an uneasy, unsatisfied feeling as well as a nihilistic hole where my hope for horror once was.  Since then, I’ve come to terms with the film and can appreciate it as a scathing critique and intelligent (though snarky) deconstruction of how the things that make horror fun are, in all actuality, marvelously absurd.  I find it only fitting that I should return to you with a review of a remake of the blueprint for the satirical razorblade that was Cabin:
We don't need no stinkin' "The"

When Sam Raimi directed The Evil Dead in 1981, it became an instant camp staple. This resulted in the demon spawn of The Evil Dead 2 and the Mel Brooks-ian Army of Darkness.  Made with a strung together budget of $350,000, Raimi intended for the original flick to be a pure horror film born out of pure terror.  Instead, it was seen as schlock and began an assembly line of iterations that nod to the intrinsic horror formula Teen + Derp = BLOODY MESS.  
MATH!
Taking this response, Raimi essentially remade his own film and released it as The Evil Dead 2, employing more comedy for an effective, balanced film that many consider much more satisfying than the original.  From my initial peek at the trailer for Evil Dead, my impression was that Producers Sam Raimi and Bruce Campbell intended to follow through with their original intent to horrify.  And horrify it does.
The directorial debut of Fede Alvarez begins with the cookie cutter frame of sending 5 young friends off into a remote cabin in the middle of the woods together.  A smart writing choice (No doubt the influence of wildcard, Diablo Cody) gives impetus to the gathering.  Estranged Daniel (an uninspired but capable Shiloh Fernandez) is reunited with his friends to help his little sister Mia (Jane Levy) kick a nasty drug habit.  Along for the ride are old friends Olivia (Jessica Lucas) and Eric (Lou Taylor Pucci), as well as David’s current squeeze, Natalie (Elizabeth Blackmore), who is apparently there to lend a hand. Beyond that, the exposition offers nothing more than shoddy attempts at deepening already shallow relationships with even thinner dialogue.  Lucky for us, unlucky for them, things get bad pretty fast.  

In true ignorant teen fashion, they discover a demonic book (made from human flesh, no less. Yum!) which simply MUST be read aloud.  Thanks to that small amount of justification given by Mia’s drug abuse, it isn’t that farfetched than no one thinks twice when she begins to act peculiar.  If only D.A.R.E. had equated withdrawal to demonic possession, drugs would be much less prevalent in schools.
Crack will SWALLOW YOUR SOUL!

Buckets of blood turn into silos full as the gang works to wrangle the possessed Mia.  Jane Levy deserves a special nod here for her acting gymnastics as she stretches from pure wide-eyed terror to taking up the torch as pure badass.  The plot advances at an unflinching tromp, taking enough pause to give easter eggs of reference to the original flicks.  Even the music and sound design gives you trills of a chainsaw during moments of pulse grinding threat before any motor is actually revved.  The movie seems as though it’s squeaking toward a neat finish before turning up the excitement for a jaw dropping ten minutes that just. doesn’t. quit.
While fans of the original might not be as deterred by the bloodbath and gore as some tree-hugging virgins, the make-up effects are arguably the star of this film.  Some may call it excessive torture porn, I call it a showcase to a forgotten craft.  As for the oral fixation stuff?  



That’s just Raimi.  Evil Dead might not be the scariest film, but it is certainly the most unnerving and squirm inducing in years.  The violence is wildly eclectic, ranging from the banal (watch those papercuts) to the “I don’t know how you’re still alive but I’m glad you are so we can see what else you can take” variety.  Some may complain of a lacking storyline or meaning, but I would argue that the story is told through the violence, which, for the modern horror genre, is a strangely novel idea.
After viewing, I couldn’t help but think, ‘They make it look so easy!’  Most modern (American) horror, both original and rebooted, suffers from a hyper-polished look, as though each director uses the same desaturated filter.  Evil Dead falls prey to this in its initial setup until settling into sparsely used techniques that pull directly from Raimi’s playbook.  If there is anything to be taken away from this particular revival, it’s this:  If it works, work it.  Why use CGI when there are perfectly capable make-up artists?  Why settle for standard horror triggers and pratfalls in filming when you can do an intense zoom in on a delicate wrist pinned under a car?  If you want to pull a page out of a well worn book, you can look to The Evil Dead and its incarnates.

4 out of 5 Bloody Pearls

It is good to be back.  While my reviewing may not be consistent, I will be sprinkling the blog with previews for upcoming films, and any tender meaty treats I can find to share with you.  Take care lovies.  After seeing Evil Dead and with spring rains approaching, you may want to carry a poncho.

Ciao,
AP