Y Is for Youth
The young. Where would horror movies be without a steady supply of them?
Not that it was always that way. Frankenstein, Dracula, the Wolf Man, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, and any number of other pre-and-early-fifties monsters all got along fine without any teenagers to menace. But these days it’s the rare – and typically more serious – horror film with a victim list that doesn’t include at least one or two sub-twenty-year-olds.
The reasons for this are well known. The advent of the drive-in; the realization among movie-makers that teenagers made up a large part of the horror movie audience; the equally important realization that teenagers like watching other teenagers on the screen… Taking all those cold hard economic facts into account, it was only a matter of time before cinematic natural selection left horror movie viewers stuck watching a bunch of dumb kids (along with one or two smart ones) getting picked off for an hour and a half.
But in a perfect world, might it perhaps be a little different?
I think it just might. Some horror movies – Halloween and A Nightmare on Elm Street come immediately to mind – have teenage protagonists for a reason. Michael Myers and Freddy NEED (female) teenage victims to pit themselves against, because their characters secretly derive much of their identity and power from them. Michael Myers in particular – in the original Halloween -- is memorable not because of any particular magic his masked presence generates, but from the fear of him we feel through Jamie Lee. Like all the best teenage characters in horror movies, she’s both smarter than the adults around her and dumber than them too. It’s the teenage dilemma par excellence: being stuck in an adult world that’s plainly idiotic, but that’s also too complicated and mysterious to triumph over – and to avoid joining eventually.
But can one make such fancy pronouncements about Sarah Michelle Gellar or the kids in Cabin Fever?
More often than not, horror movies suffer for the tender age of their lead characters. Unless a horror film is, on some level, specifically ABOUT being a teenager (like the original Halloween and A Nightmare on Elm Street clearly are), having teens as stars tends to take away the potential for heft and longevity that the film might otherwise have. Sigourney Weaver is pretty young in the original Alien, and that’s all well and good. But… imagine if that movie had been made today. The Nostromo could have ended up being piloted by a plucky team of Scooby-Do-like teens. And no amount of imagination on H. R. Giger’s part could have produced a creature scary enough to make up for that.




















You should teach a Monstro Philosophy/Lit course some place. Bet that would be a fun class!
I believe every generation seems to be a little more desensitized when it comes to horror (as well as a few other things).
Grew up watching comical and soft horror family characters in The Munsters,Casper the Friendly Ghost, Scooby Doo, Bewitched and The Adams Family. During my own children's (90-s to present) noticed a lot of Sunday programming featuring Beetle Juice Cartoons, Scooby Doo, Sabrina The Teenage Witch, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and the modified Batman cartoon with hornish ears minus a pitchfork. Then there's Harry Potter.... Wonder if some of this whets appetites for more genuine horror later as we mature. Believe in a perfect world there either wouldn't be any horror or we'd just be unconditionally loved/accepted warts,scars,flaws & all. The latter is where perfection and imperfection finally come together as one in a less superficial environment. Ideally without tragedy and a dead-alive where blood's colorless. Violence ceases. Balance obtained beyond zombie existance. Monsters in peace without resting (R.I.P.)
I'm not one to stereo-type, but might the success for films like Halloween and Elm Street be because you can relate with those kids? As opposed to the kids we get nowadays who all seem to shop at Abercrombie & Fitch?
I could relate with the kids from Elm Street, because to me, those were kids who lived down the street and some reminded me of friends I had. With films like I Know What You Did Last Summer, those kids appeared to be from the rich side of town and obviously I can't relate to them or their "that's the wrong color for my convertible, daddy" problems.
Malice, think you nailed it. I hadn't thought about that.