I love 80’s horror.
It is my favorite era of my favorite genre of movie.
I love the excess of 80’s horror. It’s big an it’s gory and it splatters and explodes across the screen.
It’s an enormous, backwoods madman in a hockey mask swinging a machete.
It’s a demon invading nightmares with knives for fingers.
It’s an antarctic expedition with dogs that erupt into tentacles.
It’s John Carpenter.
This is the time when horror lost its 1970’s addiction to grim and gritty and despair and satanic cults. It’s when horror realized it could be fun and gaudy and gross and extravagant and it’s amazing.
It’s something I think I could talk about endlessly.
Maybe record it.
Something to think about.