I’m already looking forward to cooler weather. I always do around this time of the season. My favorite season has always been fall. There’s something exciting about going back to school (I am thinking about my elementary days. Children are just by far more imaginative, open-minded, and shockingly wiser than most adults I came across). The greatest excitement of course was going to our local fairground (As I’m writing this blog post on Aug. 16th, I learned today is National Rollercoaster Day. How seasonal and festive of me to be in tune with society. Normally, I don’t celebrate holidays). I was always looking forward to the haunted house ride, eating caramel apples and cotton candy. I believe I enjoyed the haunted house more than the rollercoaster rides because they left a bigger impression on my childhood memory.
This really got me thinking about why I like haunted houses and why one of my all-time favorite films is House on Haunted Hill (1999), it’s really not all that great in terms of plot but the costumes, props, and humor were well worth the time. Plus, I learned how to play Marilyn’s Manson Sweet Dreams on the guitar. I thought the song really summarized the plot pretty well. And it wasn’t until recently that I read Shirley Jackson’s novel, the author of The Haunting of Hill House (1959) which inspired many spin-offs such as Haunting (1999) that I realized I have a fascination with haunted houses and ghost stories. I often wonder why ghosts are often trapped and dwell in one area when in reality I think there are many living people resembling a walking corpse. Anyway, then you have a haunted spaceship like the Event Horizon (1997), another fun film to watch with a scary concept of a haunted spaceship! And of course, recently I watched The Wind. It was pretty decent, considering the fact it’s the prairie that is haunting and not the actual house in the middle of nowhere. The film most likely will appeal to a female audience more than a male audience because there is not much gore and unnecessary eye candy shots that’s for sure. It has a feminine touch where pretty women are more of a tease than sexualized. Most horror films made in the past are directed by men so it was nice to watch something different for a change where a distressed woman holds a shotgun to protect herself from the “demon prairie” which could have just been her imagination. Some scenes reminded me of a hair product ad, prairie horror style. In the bathing scene, instead of full breasts exposure–the protagonist’s long hair covers her chest. She stares at the camera. Besides her is a shotgun. Yes, the shotgun is very powerful and so is she.
I can always tell when a woman directed a film. The Wind was directed by Emma Tammi. There’s a level of classiness in the way women view their bodies. As a female audience, there’s nothing more irritating to me than to see a naked woman tossed around like a rag doll. But have things changed for the better just because there are more female directors out there? It seems like women still care a whole lot about making a political statement instead of creating a genuine horror story, but I could be wrong. Before watching The Wind, I also watched another horror film with a strong political statement, directed by a female (Iris K. Shim) called Umma, which you can also find on Netflix. Watching The Wind and Umma made me wonder if making a statement is the director’s intention, then sadly, women still have a long way to earn the respect they deserve in the film industry.
So, why did I have all these questions about female directors in horror films? Am I prepping readers for more horror content because I feel like being a nice witch and because the spooky season is only two months away? Am I trying to stir the feminist pot?
Oh, I wonder why I like Dark Souls II Scholar of the First Sin so much…Heh heh heh.
I hope this post will give my readers what to expect in the upcoming future. I tried to discipline myself surely by creating content, but I rarely find the motivation to blog consistently as I used to since my purpose of blogging has changed. I am no longer stranded in the middle of a city where I need to write SOS messages to the world, but more like I am in the middle of nowhere, the Midwest. That does affect my ability to write. The cowboy environment slows me down and puts me into a sleepy spell. I haven’t been feeling like my usual self. I feel quite dead when I’m not utilizing the creative parts of my brain. Hopefully, cooler weather will fix this writing slump!