

Morally bankrupt? Never!Ĭries of creative regression were certainly valid. As long as there was a demand for cynical, blood and guts horror, the slasher was here to stay. As proven by Sean Cunningham’s commercial catalyst Friday the 13th, a blatant Halloween rip-off with an inspired summer camp setting that made a whopping $59,800,000 on a budget of only $550,000, it was the cheapest and easiest way to turn a profit during the 80s home video boom. Called out for its lack of invention and general artistry during its dominant 80s run, it was damned by critics who cited a moral bankruptcy that not only degraded the art of filmmaking, but a generation of slasher fans clamouring for the kind of creative violence that was much closer to reality, and as a result more damaging. When it comes to sheer ineptitude, you’d be hard-pressed to find a bigger perpetrator than the slasher.

I actually enjoy them more, understanding that there’s as much fun to be had with films that are so inept from a technical standpoint that highlighting their various flaws is a fun and fulfilling experience in itself. All these years later, I’m much less passive, but I don’t enjoy so-called lesser movies any less.
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I had no awareness of pacing, dramatic tension or the dozen other facets that make a movie great in the traditional sense, even if, with the likes of Halloween, I was aware on some primal level that what I was experiencing was something special. I fell in love with action B-movies much earlier, those gloriously cack-handed Golan-Globus productions just as sketchy, but as an uneducated tyke I genuinely believed that Michael Dudikoff was the greatest actor alive (it might be worth noting that I also had serious aspirations of becoming a ninja).Īs I approached my early teens horror became my unbridled fascination, the likes of Fred Krueger and Jason Voorhees consuming me absolutely. The slasher was my first real insight into the idea that a film doesn’t have to be particularly good to be enjoyable.
