This is what writing is: you throw a lot of stupid stuff at a wall, then see what sticks. And you never really understand it enough to do it like that again, and, meanwhile, people say it means this and that, and for reasons you can’t figure out, the story lasts, even though it was just something you thought might make someone smile:
This is probably only funny if you grew up watching Perfect Strangers—”Perfect Stranger Things” feels like a Jeopardy! question to a mashup answer—but never mind all that. What matters here? This costume. I wonder how that face petals opens like that? Animatronic? Air? I mean, the spindly fingers are useless, but so what. And I dig the platform shoes/feet. I want to be this for Halloween, please:
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To which I would also add:
Thanks to Andrew Schwarz for taking the story, making a short film from it.
Say it’s four days before Halloween, and you want to cue up some Halloween happiness, kind of sample across the subgenres, try out two or three different tones. Here’s what I rec:
My favorite horror is always closed-door horror, And Then There Were None style. This isn’t quite as twisty as Agatha Christie, but it’s eighty minutes of hilarious gore, set on Halloween night.
Of course I’ve got a werewolf movie shuffled in, here. My favorite of them all. And when Ginger’s partway wolfed out, and walking in what feels like slow-motion through that Halloween party? I want to be her so bad, right there.
I never even reviewed the first season, did I, from when this was a Chiller show? It was fun. It was kind of a ‘grown-up’ slasher. Well, it wasn’t teens-at-camp, anyway. The victim pool’s problems weren’t “what about curfew?” or “where’s the party,” but real, mortgage-paying actual-life kind of problems. There was a wicked knife, a wicked mask, some solid gore (well, runny, chunky gore), and an opening scene on Halloween night that’s to die for, or, you know: from. And Slasher wisely brought across one of the actors from Harper’s Island, so that we can feel confident that these creators know what-all’s come before (HI being, in my unhumble estimation, as good as the slasher’s got so far, on the small screen). If you’ve forgot the particulars of that first season, you can remember most of them just by watching the old trailer (the seven sins, have to go to the prison to talk to yesterday’s slasher, a house-with-a-history, an art gallery . . .).
That one from a few days ago was a spotlight/author kind of thing. This is a conversation about horror, with other hosts, other horror writers: