|Cover of the first Famous Monsters Of Filmland|
I realize now, of course, that there existed a huge horror community back then. We just weren't sufficiently connected or organized to be entirely aware of it. We had Forrest Ackerman's Famous Monsters Of Filmland as a sort of national clubhouse for the horror fan, we had the aforementioned late night television horror shows, and we had a seemingly never ending stream of horror content to catch where we could, but we didn't really have a meeting place that legitimized our private obsession. One need only look to the legion of Monster Kids like Stephen King, Joe Dante, Steven Spielberg, or Tom Savini that went on to careers popularizing the form in the mainstream to realize that the horror fans were everywhere, we just didn't know it then. We were legion, even though it seemed a bit like our obsession was meant to be indulged behind closed doors - a burgeoning fascination analogous to the joys of masturbation. We all did it, we just didn't talk about it much lest the straights of the world look down their collective nose at us. Funny, then, how the Internet age has facilitated both obsessions.
|Doin' some yardwork - Trick 'r Treat (2007)|
|Freaks (1932) - . . . in case you didn't get the reference.|
So the next time one of your non horror loving acquaintances refers to your love of horror with smug condescension, remember just how large the community you belong to actually is. Also, remember you can only bury so many of the haters in your back yard before that starts to smell, too.