So my Seven Nights of Slashers took a dip last night with the overrated Harvey Weinstein slasher The Burning. It was basically Meatballs meets Friday the 13th. It actually got the Meatballs part correct-- The character development at the camp was exceptional compared to most slashers (aided greatly by a fantastic performance by a young Jason Alexander). The slasher part, however, was rather boring and this film made a gross error in its overall construction by having the "Final Girl" be two guys! Clearly, the Weinstein's were intent on "deconstructing" the slasher genre before it could reach its peak. Given that, I must contradict previous contentions that the genre began to die with Silent Night, Deadly Night and April Fool's Day. I think the moment someone tries to get clever and "deconstruct" a genre, the genre is on its way out. That's scary. It basically means that the true, pure slasher film only gets two years, 1980 and 1981, to flap its bloody, subversive wings (and yes, by deconstructing a subversive genre, what the Weinstein Bros. did was RESTORE the dominant culture, essentially ripping the transgressive guts right out of the genre!)
Hopefully my choice for tonight will be more bloody and less apologetic to the status quo. It's the original My Bloody Valentine and in the reading I am doing, it brings class politics into the equation with respect to its blue-collar killer.
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