King Prendergast wrote:It seems like this thread has concentrated on higher-brow horror films like The Shining and The Exorcist as exemplars of a certain seriousness, but the "serious" scholarly work on the genre has generally been on the low end -the slasher cycle-which exhibits serious acts of transgressive identification. I would challenged the paradigm of seriousness that has been established here. see Men, Women, and Chainsaws. Carol Clover.
You haven't challenged it at all, though - you have merely pointed to what appears to be an out of print book ($40 for a
used hardback edition at Amazon marketplace) first published in 1993 and never updated.
I have to call it when I see, Mista Prendagast - you is using lotsa high-falutin' wurds, there, buddy! Who the hell yew tryin' ta put one over on, hoss?! I sure ain't hads as much schoolin' as
yew, but I seen a few gory movies in mah time!
No, I'm just playing with you. I can see how it would be possible to apply serious critical analysis methods to
I Spit on Your Grave, but why would one bother? It sounds like Clover is one of those academics who gives the filmmaker far too much intellectual credit or will claim that the "subtexts are unconsciously manifested, reflecting of the milieu of the..." blah blah blah. A maniac is on the loose, kills a bunch of badly written characters and then gets defeated in the end by the sole survivor. Well, how else could the story end? With killer slashing the last victim and then... roll credits. Some slashers have actually ended that way -
Black Christmas, for example. You (or Clover) are making it sound like all "slasher films" (which is a loose term) have the same plot, subtext, etc. I mean... what films are we talking about here? 80s "stalk and slash" American horror, it sounds like, ie. the
Friday the 13th series,
Halloween series, the
Nightmare on Elm Street series and a shit-load of other cheap knock-offs that cashed in the craze. Tracing the origins of this phenomenon is pretty easy, but very illuminating. It goes back, at the very, very least, as far as
Psycho, obviously, but along the way, branches off and has many twists and turns before we get to the satirical Wes Craven film,
Scream, released three years after Clover's study in the phenomenon.
Slasher films are more serious because they demand a radical destruction of the gender-identity barrier for a heterosexual male who doesn't want to be homosexually violated by the penetration of the killer.
Slasher films are more serious - that what? I think that the adjective "serious" in this discussion was in the sense of perhaps 'psychological' horror films that are intelligently conceived and executed, not just hastily produced, goofy exploitation films for cheap scares and titillation, ie.
Don't Look Now being the former,
Hell Night being the latter.
So, [slasher films] "demand a radical destruction of the gender-identity barrier for a heterosexual male who doesn't want to be homosexually violated by the penetration of the killer," do they? This statement might just win you the Gobbledegook Champion of the Year award! Who is the heterosexual male - the character(s) in the film or the audience? Why would the killer "homosexually violate" this person?
This all sounds like a classic case of the dreaded "I read a book once" syndrome. I myself have fought this affliction for much of my adult life. Psychoanalysis and Cinema can be good combination (
Endless Night: Cinema and Psychoanalysis, Parallel Histories a series of essays by many analysts is a fine book) but sometimes it goes so far that it becomes comically pretentious. Clover's study sounds a wee bit like the latter, though I could be wrong, but I'll be "homosexually violated" with a burning cactus if I'm going to spend $40 + $10.80 shipping to read a 1993 study of shitty 80s horror movies, bubba! :-"
Movies are meant to be FUN ! Anyone here remember FUN? Having a good time while watching a movie? Movies lend themselves so easily to this kind of high-falutin' academic analysis. "Oh, I actually wrote a crypto-Communist gay reading of that film in the feminist film journal called..." And it turns out to be something like
Red Heat with Ahnold, right?! FUCK OFF! Stop taking movies so seriously and go write about the decline in education in America or something that actually
warrants such intellectual devotion. So self-important, so self-satisfied. And I'll hold my hand up - have been guilty of this over-intellectualising shit. You get to the point where you realise, no movie is worth writing 5,000 words on. Watch 'em, casually chat about them, watch 'em again, but analysing them like they were the Dead Sea Scrolls? It's silly, but it obviously pays - or passes the time for some people.