Jim Bronyaur Pops in for a Guest Post
-Michael Myers. When I speak here, I speak of the original. The remake done by Rob Zombie gave us a more intimate portrait of a serial killer rather than a boy that was flat out crazy. And I’m okay with either version, for the sake of this post, think original. What does Michael Myers do to us? He takes away Halloween. Halloween is the night we dress up and try to scare each other. We get candy, run the streets in the dark, and always make it home safe to count our treasures. When I was a kid, I planned out how to make my candy last into the winter – it was part of my routine. But now you’ve thrown something into the mix. In between the candlelit pumpkins, the bloodied faced bigger kids, and the all around aura of scariness, you now have a man like Michael Myers who is really killing people. Michael Myers made me look over my shoulder on Halloween. He made me afraid of who was under every mask. (And thanks to Jamie Lee Curtis, I still cringe when I see a metal hanger.)
-Chucky. Toys coming to life is pure horror. When we are kids – even girls understand this – we play with our toys to bring them to life in our minds. Our toys have voices, characterizations, features, qualities, they are in so many ways real to us. We are taught from a young age to play with our toys to learn, to use our imagination. We are pushed forward to create worlds where good overcomes evil. Where the big racetrack is a knitted circle rug. Where a couch is not just a couch but rather the top platform at an arena where our favorite wrestler can perform his finishing move. What Chucky did to us was take all that notion of play and imagination and bring it to life. I’m sure all of us have had an experience where we are creeped out by a toy or doll. Where we think a set of eyes is looking at us, following us. One time when I was a kid, on a vacation trip to the beach, my parents had to put a towel over a clown picture because I swore it was real and the clown would get me. Chucky took away our innocence in that playing with toys was fun, but when we were done, so were the toys.
-Jason Vorhees. The camp killer. Well, of course it starts with Jason’s mother as the killer before they bring in Jason… but still, the horror of camp. The craziness of being a teenager. The dumb things we do – and most of it we get away with. But wow, how about that for a small moment of bad judgment… two counselors are fooling around while a boy drowns. And this spawned a franchise. Jason takes from us that innocence of being a teenager. Of being at camp. Of all that scariness from being a new place. Our minds run wild and now the wildest horrors come true. A man with a machete, killing everyone. And he keeps coming back!
-Freddy Kruger. What can I say about Freddy? He is the ultimate in horror. Because he gets you in your sleep. Our body needs sleep. We can’t function without it. And now something terrorizes us in our sleep. The concept is wonderful and even though Wes had to leave out the original story line (that was brought back into the remake), Freddy is terrifying. A bad man seeking revenge through young adults nightmares. This again plays on the teenager scene but it works all around. When we see a scary movie, we know it will end and we will fall asleep. We will wake up and it will be a new day. But what happens when the horror IS IN THE dream? Freddy takes away our sleep. He takes away a basic life function for us. And no matter what, in the original movie, when those deaths occur – from the bloody bedroom scene to Johnny Depp being pulled into his bed, Freddy makes his presence known and never lets go… 1,2, Freddy’s coming for you…
Meet Oliver Ignis.
A man desperate for his mother’s love with the constant urge to kill.
After years of killing, he’s been give the name The Anything Killer. But now the police, led by detective Ralph Samuels, are closing in.
After a fresh body is discovered and the town swells with fear, The Devil comes to make Oliver a deal: in exchange for his soul, Oliver will have the weekend to kill without having to hide. It he’s shot, bullets pass through with no wound. If he’s stabbed, the blade comes out clean. And if he’s cuffed, they slide right off.
It’s a serial killers dream.
It’s our nightmare.
When Ralph Samuels apprehends a teenager who claims to have shot Oliver multiple times, he begins to wonder what’s happening to the small town of Damon, Pennsvylania.
It was everything Oliver ever wanted, but what happens when Oliver kills the wrong person?
With The Devil in the background and the police surrounding him, Oliver makes his last stand and gives The Devil everything he wants, and more.
This is The Devil’s Weekend.
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