In my State of the Genre: The Boobie Paradox post, which was inspired by none other than seeing 2001 Maniacs, I stated that the truly crappy horror directors of today were simply trying to emulate the movies of the ’80s that they inaccurately remember – due to being teenage males at the time – as being packed with nudity. Fangoria confirms it with their article on 2001 Maniacs in their latest issue. Straight from the
jackass’ horses mouth.
To quote Philip Nutman’s article (bolding the wisdom of Tim Sullivan):
“The ’90s were filled with what I like to call ‘cocktease horror movies’ – selfreferential, bloodless, nakedless franchises that practically apologize for being horror films,” Sullivan says. “I mean, I love her, but when I go see a horror movie I want to see a monster on the poster, not a pouty Neve Campbell. So when Chris Kobin offered me the opportunity to remake the granddaddy of splatter films, I was excited by the thought of being able to make the type of horror movie I loved to watch when I was a teenager in the ’80s.”
Hah! He confirms, in his very own words, the exact thing I wrote about two days ago (prior to reading the article in Fango). But that isn’t enough of a reason for me to hate him. I don’t care if his movie isn’t good. But he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut:
“It’s definitely a metaphor for our post-9/11 world of terror and violence, but it’s also a no-holds-barred, old-school, gross-out thrill ride.”
You, sir, are an asshole. You’re kidding, right? You wouldn’t know what a metaphor was if it killed your family in front of your very eyes as a child. The day 2001 Maniacs is a metaphor for “our post-9/11 world of terror and violence” is the day modern civilization is dealt its death blow.