Thanks to Paul Tremblay for the headsup.
Good time this weekend in snowy Santa Fe. That’s me in the slash hat.
What you can’t see? There’s slashers all on the hatband:
Guess Ghostface is kind of criminally tilted (sorry, Billy and Stu), and the jewel of them all is the werewolf, but slashers on a Slash hat is the real joke. Werewolves? Werewolves are never the joke.
Anyway, we talked Alice and “Alis” (my story. we all talked about our own stories, to start things off) and I think I misremembered an old SyFy miniseries out loud for all—who were too polite to call me on it—then we signed a truckload of books, and I saw an old yellow friend from one of the other times I’ve been on this excellent little stage:
Man, had no idea about any of this. And, it’s just a shade away from the slasher, too: masked, punishing the “guilty,” using violence the law can’t use, preferring the night.
Not sure how many slasher stories I’ve written, exactly. There’s this one, there’s “I Was a Teenage Slasher Victim” (also at Juked), there’s “Kissyface” in Unspeakable Horrors 2, there’s “A Survival Guide for the Police Officer Guarding the Final Girl’s House,” and I feel like there’s one or two more floating around in the horrorsphere. Anyway: there’ll be more. And more novels as well. Slasher is the truest genre/mode there is. It speaks to me. It says: ki-ki-ki, ma-ma-ma.
I’m always either finding these in my inbox or searching them up myself. And they never fail to make my day. Got any more, let me know. Always hard to select which version of “Let the Bodies Hit the Floor” to include, as there’s so many.
[ it doesn’t thumbnail every vid, just plays them all in a line. or, you can hit next track, jump to where you maybe want to be. or just click here to see it on youtube. and, for the master list of Jason vids: this is it ]
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 . . .).