I liked horror movies, but after that night, I loved them. All thanks to Wes Craven.
In every generation of horror we have different things that define and seem to rule that generation.
“I love you so much, I could die.” My lips said sweetly, beaming upward in the direction of his damp, earnest face. My eyes were saying: Just try. I dare you. I’m ready.
It took about a year to get the iconic shot in where blood pours out of the elevator in The Shining.
Having recently watched Cabin in the Woods, one of the better horror movies I’ve seen in a while, I’m inspired to lay out my personal preferences for the ideal horror movie.
People have very clear ideas on what abuse is. Abuse is physical, or abuse is between man and woman, or abuse is between parent and child; abuse is verbal, mental; abuse happens in romantic relationships and marriages and in between the walls of a house where no one can see in. But abuse is not just that.
Making a fourth Scream is the rudest idea in the history of rudeness. Watching actresses like Hayden Panettiere and Emma Roberts act alongside 90s’ icons, David Arquette, Courtney Cox and Neve Campbell, seems unnatural and only seems to further reinstate that the concept of Scream doesn’t fit in with horror movies today.