If there’s anything that is more subjective than comedy, it is horror.
Subjectivity is the critical man’s kryptonite, so talking about what can get
under people’s skin like I know anything for absolute certain is rather stupid.
That said though, and as much as I like to believe otherwise, the current trend
in horror films that leans more towards ‘music video horror’ has an audience
and I can see why. I know full well that not every moviegoer thinks as intently
about what they watch as I do, and that is very much a good thing, and scares generated from smash cuts and sudden loud
noises in the soundtrack may not be that substantial but they still work at
getting the heart racing. There is as much a place for this breed of film that
focuses primarily on editing and soundtrack (hence the term ‘music video
horror’) as there is for films that creep a little further under the skin; I
just wish that one didn’t far outweigh the other in today’s market. So, with
the current prevalence of junk food scares, does today’s subject add to their
ranks?
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Sunday, 5 July 2015
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