The Horror Renaissance


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The true horror is England.
Indeed. Rewatched A Field in England recently with its umptuous supernatural elements, the black sun, hallucinations, comedy etc, but v different to Kill List. There’ve been some crackers but plenty of bunk too. Under the Skin was a personal favourite. Wouldn’t want to go dogging with her. Thought Hereditary was a much creepier film than Midsommar, where the latter had more laughs the former was authentically unnerving. The Lighthouse had flashes of brilliance, but must confess I got bored. Embrace of the Serpent had horror as grotesque, historical realism. Unrelenting genius there, “the worst of both worlds”.

TV has different constructs. The League of Gentleman was (and still is) an outstanding outlier, initially, if only they’d known when to stop. True Detective S1 and The Terror S1 have been the non comedy aces in the pack. Distilled melancholies. Haven’t bothered with America Horror Story after 2 episodes of mulch were endured. My nephews loved Stranger Things, but again can’t really comment not having watched. The thing on Jack Parsons was a snore fest. Parts of Twin Peaks S3, ep8 specifically, were some of the most disturbing fiction realised, while other elements grated a bit. No Orange lodges though, phew (no offence Luka).

Not enough time to finish 20 odd books of classics that have been glaring at me. For the Good Times (regardless of what you think of Keenan) was a ripping yarn, love to see that combination of terrorism, politics, religion, trauma and the occult adapted for the screen. That’s enough dribble.


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i was really disappointed with kill list. but i liked down terrace. but not on second watch. and sightseers i could never watch again.


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It’s Wheatley’s best film, which isn’t saying much given recent output. I loved the black and white sheen, trees blowing in silent winds, the dosing and black sun/planet etc, but it takes the appearance of a specific character to get it going. If you take other genre classics as benchmarks, it’s fair to middling. If you take the line about where it’s set as Monmouthshire, the liminality of settings and themes makes more sense. It’s no Onibaba or Kwaidan, but not many achieve that level of transcendence.


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I wasn't that sold on Midsommar as a horror movie so much as the most faithful on-screen depiction I've encountered of the experience of taking a nice amount of acid/shrooms, and then far too much ketamine, at a summer music festival.