I remember the first time I saw The Craft. It was a Saturday and I was either nine or ten, flipping through channels looking for something good and scary to watch. I paused when I realized the movie was about witches, but I stayed when I realized that one of the witches was a black girl. Up until then, I was used to black female characters in horror, suspense, and thrillers being the best friend with barely any lines if they were present at all. And though Rochelle, played by the amazing Rachel True, could still fit into that trope being that she is the sole black character in The Craft and has the smallest screen time out of the four main characters, her presence was invaluable.
Of all the classic slashers, I think Leatherface gets the rawest deal. If you think about the slasher pantheon, the big three come to mind: Freddy, Jason, and Michael and then you throw in Leatherface as an afterthought like, “Oh yeah, that dude with the chainsaw.” Maybe I shouldn’t speak for everyone. Maybe I should only speak for myself. That is how I think of The Texas Chainsaw franchise. It’s never been really big on my radar and I think the reason for this has something to do with the fact that Leatherface and I never really had a great introduction. What I mean to say is that every time I tried to watch one the Chainsaw movies, something was off or went wrong. Now though, I think I might be warming up to our southern chainsaw maniac.
I hate escape rooms. Don’t get me wrong, I love mysteries (it’s part of the appeal of horror movies), but the thought of being locked in a room searching for contrived clues with a bunch of strangers does not sound like a good time to me. In fact, it kind of sounds like a unique brand of torture. I can see so much going wrong in a scenario like that. What if we get locked in for real? Or if I’m locked in with a psycho? What about if the game master falls asleep and there’s a fire or something? Yeah, no. Not my brand of fun.
I love stalkers. Wait. Maybe that’s not the right thing to say. What I love is—obsession. The idea of it. The psychology of it. What drives a person to become fixated on another person to the point where they risk their freedom, their safety, their lives, to be closer to them? It goes against evolutionary instinct and yet, it is one of the strongest, all-encompassing, painful, euphoric, delightful, horrible things a person can engage in.
There’s this infamous interview with rapper Cam’ron where Anderson Cooper asks him about his “No Snitching” philosophy. After a few minutes of Cam professing his aversion to tattling, even if it were to find the person who shot him, Cooper asks, “What if a serial killer were living next door to you? Would you tell then?”
Before I begin, I want to specify some things about this particular top 10 horror movie list.
One: You are not going to see some of your favorites on here. Though I thoroughly enjoyed A Quiet Place, Hereditary, and Halloween (2018), I’m pretty sure that every other horror blog and website will be ranking those three movies somewhere in their top ten, with Hereditary and A Quiet Place being number one and two respectively. It’s not that I disagree. I do agree. Those were spectacular movies, but I wanted my list to highlight movies that were phenomenal, but maybe didn’t get as much universal love or even recognition as the ones mentioned above.
Horror is for everyone, but it doesn’t always feel that way with the lack of representation in the genre. Final Girls? White. Heroes? White. Villains? White. Masters of Horror? Mostly all white. Even those who talk about horror are all for the most part white. The Black Girl’s Guide to Horror the answer to the too white, too male, too cis, too straight genre that so many of us love but don’t see much of ourselves in. This is the website where horror fans of all walks of life can hear a different take on slashers, werewolves, witches, vampires, and all the other things that go bump in the night.
For the most part, I’ll be talking about whatever is new in horror movies, tv, books, and other mediums, but I’ll also shed light on certain intersections of race, gender, and other identities as they pertain to horror movies. That last part has often been a blind-spot in horror and horror commentary and it is my hope to rectify that.
I’ll also post about movies that I feel have been glossed over, swept under the rug, or just not marketed well and why you should check them out.
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Listen to teri.zin and Jessica talk about horror movies in 2018? Is that Vogue article right? Did horror go down the drain? Or maybe some people weren’t looking hard enough?
I know. I know. You’re supposed to take your time with poetry. You’re supposed to read each line carefully, Read it out loud to hear the rhythm, note the line breaks, the enjambment, the patterns. That’s what you’re supposed to do. That’s what good readers do.
I know that I’m gonna get side eyes for writing this. I know that. But I have to be honest and honestly, The Haunting of Hill House (2018) was overhyped and extremely lacking. Lacking a satisfying ending, lacking a rich backstory for the house. Just—lacking.