baseball louie

i only watch horror movies that are insane. movies that are freaking it freaky style. if they are not then they are bad. if a movie is too coherent i will get bored and go to bed. the movie must be subtextually queer. if not explicitly i will make it so. the practical effects must be over stylized and unrealistic but still convincing. there must be goo and slime. characters must make evil little quips that i can say over and over to annoy those around me. the director must be a man who is just so crazy. he puts the at least one of the actors in like all of his other movies because they are friends. ideally he has a silly little cameo. it must be the 80s.

id like to add shinya tsukamoto to this post retroactively

I know everybody and their giant spider on a leash has some kind of queer reading of Decker when the text seems way more interested in using him as way of showing how institutional bigotry uses queer people as a shadow self for all of straight society's cruelties, in a sort of orientalist way. But!! It compels me. The mask is a mockery, a parody of what the Nightbreed are, similar enough that the pitchforks and torches crowd can't tell the difference. The fact that he loses his slasher groove without it is like, okay, also more of that shadow-self stuff, he can't admit it's him– he's reliant on the imagined evil of the Other to excuse his own evil. But the mask is also not that shallow a parody. There's something incredibly earnest to it, especially in the movie. Like it's very "this is what I would look like as a nightbreed" which is not something an ostensibly straight guy spends so much time thinking about and carefully constructing. He's almost in a grey area that the dialectic he's made himself the myrmidon for doesn't have a place for, isn't he? I mean maybe not. Maybe this whole thing is poisoned by how beautiful I find David Cronenberg. But still. Much to think about.