Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Meet The Horror Bloggers: Bryce Wilson, Things That Don't Suck
Meet The Horror Bloggers is an ongoing series, dedicated to bringing you the folks behind some of the web's best horror blogs.
OK, so Bryce Wilson, the incredible wizard behind the curtain over at Things That Don't Suck, doesn't focus solely on horror. You can't watch horror films all the time. Can you? Along with horror, he covers just about every other film genre imaginable along with sharing his thoughts about what he's currently reading. And his passion for film and literature is evident in every post and in every word written. Simply put, he inspires me to be a better writer. If you don't follow his blog, you really need to.
Bryce steps out of the darkness and into the light:
The best thing I’ve ever read about horror fandom came from Stephen King’s Danse Macabre. He likens being a horror fan to a gold panner. There’s fair amount of time when being a horror fan is a down right unrewarding experience. Most days you go down to the stream, bang your knuckles on the rocks, and walk away with nothing more then a vague sense of resentment. Some days you go down and find some dust. It might not pay the bills but it’s enough to keep you going, keep you hopeful. Keep you down there to the day you go down to the stream and pull a fucking nugget out of the river.
But still, why do it? Why spend so much time on a genre that is often so frustratingly uncreative. So obviously pumped out by people who couldn’t care less?
Well I for one can’t remember a time when I didn’t like horror movies. Of course it was a long time before I actually got to see them.
I had two somewhat overprotective parents. Something that I end up giving them more slack for now then I used to after watching white trash couple number two thousand and ninety three take their crying three year old to a Hard R. So aside from the occasional Universal horror film (some of which I still have fond memories of, some of which scarred me for life) and a memorable early showing of Nosferatu, my diet was basically horror free until I was a teenager with my own damn video store account and a bunch of Steven King paperbacks.
It doesn’t take a psychologist to tell you that my interest in horror was at least partially motivated by the fact that it was forbidden. But I never would have cared if it was forbidden if the images of horror didn’t have such a primal pull in the first place.
I got those images from two places. One was of course from the seedy pleasures of VHS Box art. There have been columns, hell entire blogs (http://thehorrorsection.blogspot.com/) and books devoted to that particular pleasure. But the other was two books which for some reason were put in the kids section of the library and I wish I could find them so I could prove that they exist.
I forget the titles but both where pictorial histories of film, one covering the modern era and the other from the classic. They showed images and synopses from a surprisingly wide array of film. And the images went on to as, Martin Scorsese said, 'Color My Dreams.' There was the tall milk eyed zombie from I Walked With a Zombie. The Thing from Carpenter’s remake with its neck stretched and mouth of its still recognizably human face filled with fangs. There was little Regan O’Neil staring out from behind her contacts and face paint scarred and clammy. Images of the Universal monsters, Jack Pierce’s design.
Taken out of context these images seemed even more potent. More dream like, more nightmarish. They were centerpieces for my mind to spin elaborate designs around. And I knew anything that could produce the likes of it was something I wanted in my life in a big way. I was already a junkie for the stuff and I loved it.
And that was before I even saw Evil Dead II…