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Dario Argento: Colour, Glass, and the Killer's Glove

Mon, 27 Apr 2026 13:00:00 +0000

Ask a Dario Argento film to make sense and it will look at you the way a cat looks at a closed door — briefly, then never again. This is the great scandal of his career and the reason his best films outlive tidier ones: he did not care whodunnit, he cared how the light hit the knife. Plot, for Argento, is the excuse that gets the characters into the beautiful room where the terrible thing will happen. Once they are there, logic is dismissed for the evening and the film becomes a fashion shoot conducted at the point of a straight razor. Fifty years on, his imitators are legion and his best sequences remain unrepeated, because almost nobody else was willing to be this silly and this serious at the same time.

The Twelve Films That Invented the Slasher

Sun, 16 Feb 2025 13:00:00 +0000

The slasher gets talked about as though it sprang from Haddonfield in 1978 with the knife already sharpened. It didn’t. The masked killer, the subjective camera, the doomed teenagers, the surviving girl who lives to scream the credits in — every one of those parts was invented separately, in different countries, over eighteen years, and bolted together only when someone finally noticed they fit. What follows is the assembly line, in the order the parts came off it. Watch them in sequence and the genre stops looking like a style and starts looking like an engine you can see being built, bolt by bolt. I’ve kept the killers’ identities and the twists to myself throughout, so treat the whole list as spoiler-free.

The Giallo's Fingerprints on the Modern Slasher

Sun, 20 Oct 2024 13:00:00 +0000

The American slasher likes to tell a tidy origin story about itself — a masked killer, a group of teenagers, a final survivor, all of it springing fully formed from a handful of late-1970s films. It is a good story and it is missing a continent. Nearly every mechanism the slasher treats as its own invention was already running, a decade earlier, in the Italian thrillers called gialli, named for the yellow covers of the cheap crime paperbacks they descended from. The black-gloved killer, the point-of-view stalk, the elaborately staged death, the amateur who has to solve the murders because the police cannot — Italy built all of it first, and the fingerprints are still on the modern slasher, smeared but unmistakable, if you know where to look.

Halloween (1978): The Slasher Blueprint, Drawn in Shadow

Fri, 28 Jun 2024 09:00:00 +0000

The scariest thing in Halloween is an empty patch of the frame. Watch the film again and notice how often John Carpenter composes a wide shot of a sunlit suburban street, or a tidy living room, or a quiet bit of hedge, and simply lets you look at it, waiting — until a pale shape resolves out of the background where a second ago there was nothing. He does not cut to the killer. He does not sting the music. He lets Michael Myers stand there, half-seen, in the part of the image your eye was not watching, and trusts you to find him and go cold. That single instinct, repeated with total discipline across ninety minutes, is why a low-budget independent picture from 1978 became the most influential horror film of the modern era, and why the hundreds of imitators it spawned almost never understood what they were copying.

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre: The Documentary Lie That Still Works

Thu, 23 May 2024 09:00:00 +0000

Here is the trick that has kept The Texas Chain Saw Massacre frightening for fifty years, and almost nobody who fears the film could tell you it is a trick: it shows you hardly any gore at all. The reputation is monstrous — the title alone got it banned in country after country, and for decades it sat on the UK’s video-nasty list like a live grenade. Sit down and actually count the on-screen violence and you will be startled. There is one hammer blow, a body dropped onto a meat hook (the wound itself never shown), a chainsaw that mostly misses. Tobe Hooper’s 1974 debut is one of the least explicit famous horror films ever made. Its power comes from somewhere else entirely, and understanding where is a lesson in what horror actually is.

The Final Girl Rule, and the Films That Broke It

Sun, 29 Oct 2023 13:00:00 +0000

In 1992 the film scholar Carol Clover published Men, Women, and Chain Saws, and gave the horror genre a piece of vocabulary it has never given back: the Final Girl. She was describing something viewers already half-knew, the recurring figure of the slasher who survives to the end credits while her friends are butchered around her. Clover’s insight was that this survivor followed rules, and that the rules said something uncomfortable about who a mostly male audience was watching, and how. Thirty years on, the term has escaped the academy and become a marketing hook, a T-shirt, a shorthand. It has also become the most productive thing in horror to break, because every generation of filmmakers works out that the surest way to frighten an audience is to violate the pattern they think protects them.