I had another bone to pick with the horror genre. The back covers of horror novels always inform the reader that unspeakable horror lurks within. But in fact, the horror that lurks within is, invariably, eminently speakable. It's always a vampire or a ghost or a wraith or a satanic child or a dysfunctional Amish pretten or a hound from hell or a monster that looks like one of the creatures from The Unnamable [sic] II that's going to wrap its entrails around your throat, eat you, and then feed its feces--including you--to other hounds from hell. The horror that lurks behind the door or at the end of a lane up in the attic is always a recognizably and even stereotypically horrific monster.When I read these lines, I immediately agreed. The moment of any horror novel or movie where the unspeakable becomes revealed diminishes the impact of the scare. Psycho is scary up until Mrs. Bates is shown, maybe even during the time she is shown, but afterwards, one feels let down by the revelation. This is one of the reasons why The Birds is a better horror movie than Psycho (the other reason is that it never cheats by using music to startle the viewer).
Revulsion. Fear comes and goes, but the repulsive can stay with you for months. What really, really squicks you out? Start there.
posted by Leon at 6:51 PM on April 19, 2008