Who Is the “Right” One Exactly?
I talked a little bit in my last post about the very personal nature of the horror of transformation in “The Thing.” In that movie, even our hero cannot say “I am clearly not the monster here” and make it sound convincing. (He tries to sound convincing and… yeah, he doesn’t pull it off.)
From what I know of the genre, this is an exception to a much-commented upon rule. I feel like, as I watch more and more “conventional” horror films, I’m going to find myself stuck in that very restricting rut that makes up the morality of most horror cinema –an outside force accosts the non-monsters; if you are good (no pride, no envy, no drinking, no sex) you’ll probably survive and if you are bad, you’re meat. If you’re the monster, you’ll have your fun, but the deviance you spread will ultimately result in your demise. This is horror’s bread and butter: do no wrong and you’ll live, mostly for the sake of the audience who needs to be able to leave the theater with something to hold on to, some discernible positive direction.
Goodbye...
