I have a confession to make. More accurately, I have a series of confessions to make. I’ve seen Ice Spiders, Frankenfish and Rock Monster. I haven’t seen Bob Clark’s Black Christmas, Romero’s Night of the Living Dead or a single film starring Bela Lugosi. I am not proud of this fact. Truth is, I was born in the middle of the ’80s and didn’t start liking horror until five or so years ago. I’ve got nothing against the classics, I just never got around to seeing most of them.
When my addiction to the fantastic first started to rage I decided to throw my full weight into new-genre, which is why I have a Sauron-esque eye for contemporary global horror. If it was made before 1985, however, the chances of me having seen it drop exponentially. But I’m tired of having to replace my phone every time the speaker explodes from Scott Weinberg’s incredulous screams of, “You haven’t seen WHAT?!”
Thus a new HorrorSquad feature is born. Think of this as the bearded evil twin to Elisabeth Rappe’s The Horror Virgin series. I’m far from a virgin, but I blush like one when someone mentions a canonical film I’ve never seen. So please, join me in the re-education of a horror hound. Veteran minds will pick the movie, I’ll provide a newbie’s gut reaction.