Warning: Technology Has Killed Horror

The Horror/Technology War

By its title, you probably think you know where this post is going.

As technology gets cheaper and piracy of the best CG software and courses gets easier, computer effects become the norm. When something becomes accessible enough, it’s used and overused in both blockbusters and indie films alike. Actors stand in-front of a green screen instead of a set and interact with people covered in more ping-pong balls than the floor of a Bangkok bar.

As much as I could write volumes about how the art of Stan Winston-esque practical effects add heart and warmth to a horror movie, that’s not where I’m going…

I want to take a minute out of my day to think about the plight of the bad guy.

The Golden Age is Over!

Think about it for a second… killers had it EASY in the pre-internet age!

Let’s take everyone’s favourite child killer, Freddy Krueger for example. Kids played outside all summer because there was nothing better to do inside. There weren’t any stranger danger protocols taught to kids. A forced friendly smile and a lollypop was all it took to lure a child into the back of a van.

I blame the prevention of child abduction on the obesity crisis. Parents are giving kids all the candy they want at home so a stranger’s cheeky Snickers won’t be enough to tempt them.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t think an Oreo is enough to pull a kid’s attention away from the latest iPhone game that’s nickel and diming Daddy’s bank account.

Speaking of the iPhone… kids can now be tracked from their phone’s GPS or a tracking bracelet. Keeping a victim long enough to make a 90 minute movie with plot twists and turns would be cut short by armed police rocking up to the door.

Even getting away with it in the good ol’ days was easier. DNA evidence was in its infancy and although CCTV existed, telling André the Giant and Kenny Baker apart was difficult enough because of how bad the quality was. These things were hardly a deterrent!

The New Age of Horror

Don’t get me wrong… as a father of a 5-year old daughter, I thank the pioneers of technology for making the world a safer place. For the fictional fiends we all know and love though, it’s made life a drag.

Let’s hope that the technology we hold in our hands brings a new challenge to horror’s best writers and opens up the genre to storylines that weren’t previously available. Netflix’s Hush is a great example of how the horror of old can be seamlessly blended with the technology of new… I can’t wait to see what’s next. Until then though, give your favourite make-believe maniac your best wishes!

How to Be a Horror Fan Without Being Creepy

Hey, Horror Fan… You Are Weird!

You may have been in an environment where the only horror fan for a 3 mile radius is sat pretty damn close. Right inside your clothes, in fact. Everyone else doesn’t understand or appreciate you, so they brand you as being weird. A freak. The creepy anomaly in the corner.

They Are The Weird Ones!

Let us appreciate for a moment just how weird each and every person on the planet is. If you’re passionate about something… you’re weird. If you’re not passionate about anything, you’re especially weird. Any hobby you can think of is an outlet for the freak. The middle-aged man who’s rebuilding a 1969 Ford Mustang in his garage – weird. Even the socially accepted popular teen girl reading a fashion is a complete freak. It’s in our DNA. If everyone is a carbon copy, we live in a world of robots. When I look at an office block – all I see is a bunch of clones, but even the most confirmative people in society have their own unique set of wants, desires, favourite foods and sexual preferences.

If a magazine, website, or blog exists for something you dig – you’re not alone. If it doesn’t, create one and I’m sure you won’t be the only member for long. You’re probably not entirely the unique little eccentric snowflake you assumed you were for loving one particular thing, but that’s okay! Add together your personal combination of passions and you have your snowflake badge back to wear with pride.

Feed The Monster!

We’re all weird. Embrace it and fuel the beast. If you’re the creepy one in your group, either own it or get another group. If people can’t handle it, you probably can’t handle their fashion/car/celebrity addiction anyway.

I guess it’s taken me ranting until the end of this post to figure out that the title is rubbish. Instead of me saying “Fly high, my little social butterfly… ascend incognito into the heavens of normality”, I’m telling you to be the best horror fan you can be.

Be weird. After all, everyone else is!

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