Scott Weinberg at his newly minted Horror Squad picked up on a vlog from Day of the Woman in which BJ-C ripped into the TWILIGHT phenomenon, so cleverly redubbed TWATLIGHT, as being a sad indicator of what the children of the ’90s are giving back to the horror world. She went on to sing vlog a swan’s song for what ‘her’ generation is bringing to the table, because ‘we’ weren’t raised on Krueger.
That shit ain’t on us, us being those who grew up in the ’90s, not the ones who were born in the ’90s. First we’ve got to operate under the false premise that anyone considers TWILIGHT a horror movie. I know I don’t. Do you? What about you? No? That’s because no one in their right mind does, because even a 13 year old knows what is and is not a horror movie. Is SESAME STREET a horror show because of The Count? Getouttahere.
So let’s assume the unassumable in that someone with a Dora the Explorer backpack considers TWILIGHT a horror movie. It’s still not a product of the ’90s. Stephenie Meyer was born in 1973. Screenwriter Melissa Rosenberg was born in 1962. Director Catherine Hardwicke? 1955. So how is it that the loathed is a product of the ’90’s generation?
It can’t be because of the young adult target audience. That’s Generation Z, not Y. That’s for the kids who grew up on BLUE’S CLUES, not INSPECTOR GADGET. Children of the ’90s – the kind who would have been cognisant enough to watch SCREAM or I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER – are no longer young adults, which is just a 2009 way of saying tweens.
But why do I even care? Well, as a child of the ’90s who hopes to one day bring something to the horror table, I want to make it Crystal Pepsi clear that TWILIGHT was not wrought forth from our ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK loins. In fact, thinking on it, no one of our generation has yet to bring anything substantial to the horror table.
Correct me if I’m wrong. I thought maybe Ti West would have been the first, but even he was born in 1980. Any other youngsters out there with enough clout to have made a movie before they were 25? I’ve looked up all the Indie talent I can think of and have found none. So, Day of the Woman, don’t go issuing apologies for sins that aren’t ours. It’ll be our turn soon enough, no need to jump the gun.
Gets me wondering what will horror from the minds of the ’90s actually bring? I can’t tell ya ’tils I sees it, but if I was a betting man, I would certainly not lay money on a LAN party being involved. Either way, it sure as glittery shit is not TWILIGHT.