Horror movies? It’s about sex…I knew sex would raise its ugly head…a pun maybe? Not really. It is about sex and other stuff too.
“A common piece of dating advice for young men years ago was to take their date to a scary movie. The tip was based on the idea that when their date got frightened, they would curl in for “protection”; thus, reinforcing a bond between the two (this is the G-Rated version of the rationale).” 1
Dateline early 1970. We snuggled in the old Galaxie 500, popcorn, Pepsis, and Milk Duds at the ready. Roman Polanski’s The Fearless Vampire Killers had made the rounds at walk-in movie theaters and several years later had been relegated to drive-ins. It didn’t matter, the movie was cheap entertainment and presented an opportunity to spend some quality time with my date on the back row of the Newberry Drive-In. Date? We were destined to be married in the Summer of 1971 but were still tiptoeing around with each other in early 1970. It might have been better if we had stubbed our toes. Our breakup was much more painful than a broken little toe.
The date was red-headed…as was Sharon Tate, the now-dead heroine of the movie. She had a nice form as well put together…so had Sharon Tate. As you can tell, at the time I was quite infatuated with both my date and Sharon Tate. It was a shame Sharon had died in a horror much worse than any movie. Shame the infatuation with my date died after the marriage.
The movie we watched was a horror-comedy…plenty of laughs from two inept vampire slayers, plenty of scares and blood-sucking from Count von Krolock and his vampire minions populating the snow and ice-covered Transylvanian castle.
The movie was mostly comedy and Sharon Tate’s cleavage, but for some reason, the opening credits grabbed our attention, a blood drop that trickled down and across, dropped, and bounced along as the title rolled. The gothic music made our skin crawl. We were hooked on something other than our libidos…the laughter was good…and the chills as we “curled in for protection.”
Much of my reading and viewing habits have revolved around horror, sci-fi along with murder and mayhem. A perfect world is combining them all. I like a good comedy but given a choice I’ll go with a murder mystery that twists and turns like switchbacks on a mountain road or horror that leaves one on the edge of your seats awaiting an electrical shock from fear…and I like the sexual innuendo thrown in for good measure. Fade to black.
I’ve found vampires to be much more entertaining than werewolves or zombies…except for the werewolf transformation in some forgotten movie. As I remember, there was an extremely attractive female who suffered from lycanthropy and an aversion to clothes it would seem. The movie was The Howling but I’m not sure. She was quite fetching despite the body fur, but vampires are sexy.
The vampires of my younger day were well dressed in black tuxedoes with blood-red accouterments, were suave, had a foreign lisp and for some reason, women found them irresistible. “Look into my eyes….” Young females seemed to enjoy having fangs sucking on their necks.
When the heroine was penetrated, by the vampire’s fangs you guttersnipe, a look of sheer ecstasy came over her face and it was up to the boring but stalwart hero to save her and break the spell. Save her by driving a stake through the heart of his rival before the count could exit his musty old coffin at sundown and plunge his glistening, long fangs into the soft neck of his victim.
A soft neck surrounded by expansive décolletage in Sharon Tate’s case. Slowly feeding, rhythmically licking away her very lifeblood as the helpless young lady pants, “Oh, oh, oh!” Yep, it was about sex, but we faded to black during those days and let our minds and libidos create their own scenes.
I haven’t been a fan of the horror genre in film since the Eighties. The violence became too graphic and the sexual innuendo and double entendres quite transparent…if there was any sexual insinuation at all. It seems graphic violence and gore became the point.
Still, I loved John Carpenter even though just a few of his movies dealt with vampires or sexual overtones…well, there were plenty of scenes with young people trying to get busy only to be interrupted by a knife-wielding maniac.
The first two Halloween movies, The Thing and The Fog were my favorites… okay, I admit I liked the way Adrienne Barbeau filled out her flannel shirt and her voice as DJ Stevie Wayne reminded me of smooth bourbon, quite warming on a cool night…unless you lived in Antonio Bay and were attacked by whatever was inside of The Fog.
Said in a smooth and sultry voice, “But if this has been anything but a nightmare, and if we don’t wake up to find ourselves safe in our beds, it could come again. To the ships at sea who can hear my voice, look across the water, into the darkness. Look for the fog,”
With the graphic violence of modern horror, I’ve turned more to the pages of books than the silver screen, now in bloody color. I just don’t need to see heads exploding or bodies eviscerated, instead, I enjoy the special effects my mind creates along with the double entendres.
I’m not going to reread Frankenstein or Dracula; they have been read too many times. Same with Poe’s horror stories. I am not sure Bram Stroker even knew about the sexual innuendo he had created within his horror…whether he did or not, the sex was there…along with the horror. Still, they got me started and sent me on to King, Koontz, Rice, and Straub.
As I think back to the scariest movie or book, I ever read or saw, it was not horror per se and involved no vampires, werewolves, or zombies…there was sexual innuendo in the movie, even some fade to black. On the Beach by Neville Shute and the movie by the same title starring Gregory Peak as American submarine commander Dwight Towers and Ava Gardner as his Australian lover, Miora Davidson, scared me to death.
The plot is a simple one, nuclear war breaks out and we annihilate ourselves. No one knows who started the war, only that it, and the world is finished. Radiation covers most of the earth except for Australia, New Zealand, and parts of South America and Africa. Unfortunately, the last remaining pockets of humanity will slowly die of radiation poisoning as a death cloud creeps southward. The United States is gone except for one lone submarine and her crew, now docked in Melbourne.
The end is near. The book and movie cover the last few months left for humanity, only the cockroaches will remain.
The closing line from the book states, “This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.” In the movie’s closing, Waltzing Matilda plays against the backdrop of a submarine going home for the last time, deserted streets, homes, and arenas as a wind-blown banner is seen, its words hoping against reality, “There is still time, Brother.”
For someone growing up during the Cold War, it was scary. For someone who, today, believes in Global Climate Change, the plea, “There is still time, Brother,” seems quite timely. I doubt we will go whimpering, instead, we will continue to point our fingers blaming everyone else or our own demise.
The final scene begins at the 2:57 mark.
1Christopher Dwyer, Ph.D., “5 Reasons We Enjoy Being Scared”, Psychology Today, October 19,2018, https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/thoughts-thinking/201810/5-reasons-we-enjoy-being-scared
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