Criterion Horror

For your post-Halloween reading, the Criterion Channel has a few interesting horror articles. Up first is an interesting view of the Val Lewton-produced classic I Walked With a Zombie, with a a focus on how outsiders find some worlds inaccessible. 

Desire and its erasure, past and present, the living and the dead (the two camps into which the final voice-over narration, spoken by an unidentified Black Christian priest, separates the characters), embraced as a flow of fragmentary and dematerialized appearances: this is all that remains of the narrative of I Walked with a Zombie after the scene of Mrs. Rand’s rejected confession. This disintegration hints (and The Leopard Man, especially, will confirm) that, for Tourneur, the main theme of a film is nothing but its style—another reason, no doubt, why he found it fruitful not to specialize in any particular genre. The world of Tourneur is a collection of scattered fragments, seen from the point of view of a compassionate outsider who finds the pattern that preserves their secretiveness and their discontinuity.

Horror's popularity with general audience waxes and wanes, with different obsessions and approaches bases on time and societal anxiety. Michael Atkinson's The Psychosocial Dread at the Heart of Japanese Horror discusses how this reflection affected Japan's approach to horror.

In the ’80s, modernity began to seem unnerving enough on its own. The anxious focus and expressive politics of Japanese horror changed with the toggle to what became world-famous as “J-horror” (after a good deal of horror-adjacent punkish experimentation, as with Nobuhiko Obayashi’s hilariously goofy House, from 1977, and Shinya Tsukamoto’s suppurating Tetsuo: The Iron Man, from 1989). The historical moment was ripe, and uncertainty took hold: 1989 was both the end of Emperor Hirohito’s seemingly infinite reign, and the popping of the country’s huge economic bubble, sending the Japan of the ’90s into a deflationary spiral. Abandoning the fabled past, filmmakers leaned into the anxieties of late-twentieth-century life–including, prominently and presciently, the ghostliness of digital technology.

I have not seen The Entity. Given Gavin Smith's Misogyny Incarnate: The Unspeakable Truth of The Entity, it may be rough-going. That doesn't mean I have no interest, however. 

Believe it or not, The Entity can be understood as a feminist parable. A showcase for Hershey’s fearless and committed performance (Jane Fonda, Sally Field, and Jill Clayburgh reportedly gave hard passes before it came to Hershey), it gives us something that used to be rare in the horror genre—a living, breathing, intelligent, three-dimensional woman. The film foregrounds the skepticism that rape victims often face. Carla’s credibility is even undermined by her son, who begins to equivocate about what he’s witnessed and experienced, and it’s only when Cindy confirms what she’s seen that Carla begins to find hope. If the entity is misogyny incarnate, the film finds in Carla a formidable and sympathetic heroine, one who ultimately emerges intact from the trauma of her harrowing ordeal, the damage to her self-esteem that Sneiderman’s well-meaning treatment has inflicted on her, and her reduction to a hapless test subject in the parapsychologist’s foolhardy experiment. Finally standing up for herself, she defies her unseen tormentor, declaring, “You can’t have me.” (But in the film’s chilling final scene, the entity speaks for the first time, gutturally uttering three words and effectively getting the obscene final say.)