It’s that time again. Yes, the beloved 31 Days of Horror Movies. A tradition I have carried on for several years now. A horror movie or four a day for the entire month. Admittedly, sometime around the 18th, I begin to hallucinate that people are indeed following me, specters are in my house, waiting to steal my soul, and I am in dire need of an exorcism. It’s a great way to cleanse the mind of anything bothering you. Strange enough, it does work, because you are too bothered but what goes bump in the night to even be concerned with the trivial daily issues.
On the contrary, you may experience one or more of the following side effects: spitting up split pea soup, playing with an Ouija board, speaking in tongues, glowing red eyes, an aversion to direct sunlight, and a chronic compulsion to slay people, as well as other more fatal side effects.
Just warning you. It’s not for the faint of heart.
Today, I started off with one of my favorites, The Monster Squad. I recall renting this VHS back in the day and completely falling in love with the entire premise. The classic horror movie monsters are called back from the dead (or the fictional) and only a group of teenagers can save the day. As a teen myself at the time, it was very appealing to think about fighting Dracula, The Creature from the Black Lagoon (a personal favorite of mine), Wolfman and the Mummy. I would have relished the chance to vanquish the world of these horrible, terrible, ghastly, monstrous creatures. Especially with these cuties!
Who wouldn’t? Amiright?
But The Monster Squad is one of those movies which really speaks to the heart of all kids: that they are more important and more intelligent than all the adults give them credit for. After all, they are the ones who figure out how to save the day, when the adults can’t. It gives teens a sense of validation and confidence. I recall as a teen thinking, yeah I could have done that. I totally could have done that. Though I seriously doubt anyone would have given half a thought at the notion that I could. Except for me.
This is why action-fantasy-horror teen movies are important. And now watching them now as adults, we remember that feeling of unappreciation. That knowledge we could succeed, if given the opportunity, if someone would believe in us. But really, it comes down to us believing in ourselves.
We will always be our biggest cheerleaders.
It is a cute movie. One that always makes me happy when I watch it. Mainly because the monsters are so on point. And Wolfman has nards. Who knew? But really, we still secretly wish we could find a book of old German verbiage that when you read it, it calls up a void to suck the classic Hollywood creatures into another time with Van Helsing. Those books are out there.
Somewhere. I will find one.
Until tomorrow with the next Halloween movie…