I'm just sitting here, in a bummer of a mood, so please indulge me this walk down memory lane.
I remember what it was like discovering things for the very first time.I started watching monster movies and horror movies at a very (and I do mean VERY) young age. That was the plus of having a sister 6 years older than me...when I was watching Hammer movies and Godzilla, her and her friends were watching slasher movies. So I got to see a lot of extreme movies at a young age.
Remember reading Fangoria and seeing pictures of unknown horror movies for the first time? Remember seeing TV commercials for horror movies when you were a kid? Some of those trailers were better than the actual movies.
Remember the feeling, the feeling that there was so much more out there than you experienced up to that point?
It seemed so innocent, like every new horror movie you saw opened yourself up just a little bit more.
I'll never forget seeing Suspiria for the first time, on a bootleg VHS tape that cost me almost $35.00 out of my allowance...I remember seeing Dawn of the Dead, and my life changing forever ...What about watching Evil Dead for the first time, and hoping Bruce Campbell would survive...
I'll never forget watching Gates of Hell, Revenge of the Dead and other foreign horror movies, being scared of the video tape box art even before I got the movie home from the video store.
I'll never forget watching these movies for the first time, or watching "missing" Doctor Who episodes that I always read about but never saw.
Those were the days before Tom Savini became a household name. before we knew who Bruce Campbell and Sam Raimi were, and before we knew that the killer wasn't dead at the end but would pop up in four more sequels.
They were good times...innocent times...when you got such a good feeling after watching these movies. These movies scared you, but thrilled you all the same.
I'm still trying to recapture the fascination that I felt way back then.
So I envy the kids, and the adults that are experiencing these classics, and the "new" classics for the first time.
To feel the excitement we've felt before we all became "experts" in horror movies is a wonderful thing. Our hobbies have become obsession, and once we could distinguish between domestic and foreign... Asian and Italian... Fulci and Argento...remake and sequel...
Well, we lost a bit of that magic.
Here's to feeling that excitement again, everyone.
May the magic find us all again.
I remember what it was like discovering things for the very first time.I started watching monster movies and horror movies at a very (and I do mean VERY) young age. That was the plus of having a sister 6 years older than me...when I was watching Hammer movies and Godzilla, her and her friends were watching slasher movies. So I got to see a lot of extreme movies at a young age.
Remember reading Fangoria and seeing pictures of unknown horror movies for the first time? Remember seeing TV commercials for horror movies when you were a kid? Some of those trailers were better than the actual movies.
Remember the feeling, the feeling that there was so much more out there than you experienced up to that point?
It seemed so innocent, like every new horror movie you saw opened yourself up just a little bit more.
I'll never forget seeing Suspiria for the first time, on a bootleg VHS tape that cost me almost $35.00 out of my allowance...I remember seeing Dawn of the Dead, and my life changing forever ...What about watching Evil Dead for the first time, and hoping Bruce Campbell would survive...
I'll never forget watching Gates of Hell, Revenge of the Dead and other foreign horror movies, being scared of the video tape box art even before I got the movie home from the video store.
I'll never forget watching these movies for the first time, or watching "missing" Doctor Who episodes that I always read about but never saw.
Those were the days before Tom Savini became a household name. before we knew who Bruce Campbell and Sam Raimi were, and before we knew that the killer wasn't dead at the end but would pop up in four more sequels.
They were good times...innocent times...when you got such a good feeling after watching these movies. These movies scared you, but thrilled you all the same.
I'm still trying to recapture the fascination that I felt way back then.
So I envy the kids, and the adults that are experiencing these classics, and the "new" classics for the first time.
To feel the excitement we've felt before we all became "experts" in horror movies is a wonderful thing. Our hobbies have become obsession, and once we could distinguish between domestic and foreign... Asian and Italian... Fulci and Argento...remake and sequel...
Well, we lost a bit of that magic.
Here's to feeling that excitement again, everyone.
May the magic find us all again.





