I popped my cherry on Friday the 13th.
last night I stumbled across a trailer for the Friday the 13th remake. I don't normally go for horror movie remakes, although Rob Zombie's Halloween was tres cool, but I'm very excited about seeing this film. The original of which has a very special place in my heart.
In fact it was pretty much the first horror movie I ever saw. It popped my cherry, so to speak.
My sister is twelve years older than I, so when she was at the peak of her adolescence I was five or six. One night my sis and her boyfriend were baby sitting me, and they demanded I go to bed so they could watch the original, and first Friday the 13th. I bugged them and bugged them and bugged them until they caved in and let me stay up with them.
Watching that movie turned out to be one of the most visceral and terrifying movie experiences of my life.
One scene in particular had a profound effect on me; when a young Kevin Bacon lies back on his bunk-bed after screwing the daylights outta his frizzy haired girlfriend. There's thunder, lightening and rain outside his cabin. The girlfriend decides she has to go to the loo, leaving Bacon on his own. The camera slowly creeps up to the top bunk, giving us a glimpse of a fellow camper, hidden behind his bags, with his throat slashed. The camera then lowers back to a close up of Bacon's boyish good looks. He lights a joint, a drop of blood lands on his cheek, he frowns and puts his finger to his face...
....and suddenly a hand reaches out from under the bunk and grabs him by the forehead and a spear pierces its way out of his throat, tomato sauce gurgling down his chest.
A freaking spear was PUSHED THROUGH THE BED AND HIS THROAT!
Watching that scene today, it looks so fake. The special effects were pre-historic. But as a five year old it was a completely traumatic experience. So much so that I refused to sleep in my room for a few weeks, preferring to sleep on a mattress on the floor besides my parents bed.
You'd think that I'd learn something from the experience, but instead I developed a fascination for the horror genre. Almost as if the only way to deal with that fear was to force myself through such films. So will I go see the remake? Hell yeah!
Watch the clip if you dare.
In fact it was pretty much the first horror movie I ever saw. It popped my cherry, so to speak.
My sister is twelve years older than I, so when she was at the peak of her adolescence I was five or six. One night my sis and her boyfriend were baby sitting me, and they demanded I go to bed so they could watch the original, and first Friday the 13th. I bugged them and bugged them and bugged them until they caved in and let me stay up with them.
Watching that movie turned out to be one of the most visceral and terrifying movie experiences of my life.
One scene in particular had a profound effect on me; when a young Kevin Bacon lies back on his bunk-bed after screwing the daylights outta his frizzy haired girlfriend. There's thunder, lightening and rain outside his cabin. The girlfriend decides she has to go to the loo, leaving Bacon on his own. The camera slowly creeps up to the top bunk, giving us a glimpse of a fellow camper, hidden behind his bags, with his throat slashed. The camera then lowers back to a close up of Bacon's boyish good looks. He lights a joint, a drop of blood lands on his cheek, he frowns and puts his finger to his face...
....and suddenly a hand reaches out from under the bunk and grabs him by the forehead and a spear pierces its way out of his throat, tomato sauce gurgling down his chest.
A freaking spear was PUSHED THROUGH THE BED AND HIS THROAT!
Watching that scene today, it looks so fake. The special effects were pre-historic. But as a five year old it was a completely traumatic experience. So much so that I refused to sleep in my room for a few weeks, preferring to sleep on a mattress on the floor besides my parents bed.
You'd think that I'd learn something from the experience, but instead I developed a fascination for the horror genre. Almost as if the only way to deal with that fear was to force myself through such films. So will I go see the remake? Hell yeah!
Watch the clip if you dare.
posted by Evol Kween at 2:57 PM
6 Comments:
Mmmm, it still startled me even though I read your description before viewing the clip.
Your post reminds me that I saw Dressed to Kill in Suva, Fiji in 1982 and then drove back to my apartment in a tropical electrical storm. I have never felt so unnerved as I did that night.
Victor, it sounds like you've had some truly amazing experiences in your life, I want to read more about them!!!
(I need to rent a copy of Dressed to Kill now!)
Your first Friday experience is so similar to mine! Spooky.
Dressed to Kill... classic. The elevator scene is brill.
Poor Kev. What a pain in the...
@wcs what?....in the elbow? Ankle perhaps? ;p
I think I saw that film on HBO before. I think I was in highschool and it did scare the bejeezus out of me. But I am more fascinated with the Friday the 13th TV series
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