In the absence of Content for the Content Mill I'm dredging up one of my blog post rants from the Medium era, of which I had a scant few. So what you're about to read is about a year old, but I was reminded of it because it's an ongoing complaint. I've edited it a little but it's otherwise unchanged. - June
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| god, this fucking bullshit movie pissed me off |
Suspiria (2018) attempts to draw connections between the political upheavals of 1970s Germany and the long reach of the Holocaust with the goings-on at the dance company and the competing factions of witches who run it. But these connections are superficial at best. “Elevated horror” wants so badly to be meaningful, so badly to have something to say, but the men — and it’s almost always men — who make these movies are aware that they cannot bridge the gap between what their movie is and what they want it to be, and so they play a sleight of hand, because they know that making the movie 150 minutes long and sucking all the color out of it will attract evangelists to explain the metaphors for them.
One of the best horror movies I’ve ever seen of the last two decades is The Empty Man. It’s a profoundly uncomfortable film that touches on a number of topics ranging from the nature of identity (a perennial fixation of mine) to the subtly destructive nature of urban legends (and, indirectly, suicide-contagion) to the way highly corporatized cults like Scientology or NXIVM exist as a microcosm of what reactionaries might call the “Deep State” — the complicated webwork of formal and informal structures that perpetuate an abusive system. It was done absolutely dirty, first by 20th Century Fox and then by Disney (which cared so little about the project that it did not update the opening logo to 20th Century Studios.) Severely under-promoted, and criminally misrepresented in the trailer as another weak Slenderman-style teen horror movie, it was a box office flop, an ignominious fate for an imperfect, yet terrific, horror-noir. But it wasn’t directed by Ari Aster or Robert Eggers, so it’s been forgotten by the type of movie nerds who jerk off over Ari Aster or Robert Eggers, who seem to have been appointed (or self-appointed) the arbiters of taste within the horror community.
This, then is the real sin of the “elevated horror” label: it’s arbitrary. It’s not a real subgenre of horror. It's only a gimmick; for lack of a better term, it's tantamount to virtue signalling. Its very name implies that "other" horror movies are lesser. In so doing, it exposes the obvious purpose of the label as a marketing buzzword, intended to absolve critics — who want to be seen as intelligent — from the sin of liking “genre” film, which is seen as unintelligent.
Now, to be clear, this isn’t to say that every “elevated” horror film is bad, overly long or needlessly desaturated. After all, they’re not all Suspiria (2018). I namedropped Robert Eggers earlier in a fairly derogatory context, but I actually like his movies. My issue is with the label, and the movement it represents. As a movement, it is the kind of people who pay for Twitter and/or have Substack accounts, reacting against movies they don’t like, and retroactively inventing a pseudo-genre consisting solely of the movies they do like to justify their personal biases. They don’t believe that the horror genre is valid as an art form or capable of being meaningful; they believe it to be inherently lowbrow, and therefore must be “elevated” — there’s the buzzword — by throwing in a lot of overwrought metaphors for trauma. As if all the characters not being thoroughly immiserated by each other strips the film of “meaning.” As if horror can never be allowed to exist in and as itself.
These people don’t give a shit about horror as art. They just want to seem smarter than you.
-june❤
