This is my favorite movie of all time. Why? Well because…
…This was the very first horror movie I’d ever seen. I was four or five. Obviously, I wasn’t allowed to parentally… but I snuck in the living room while my older brothers were watching the VHS tape.
Wow. VHS…. That feels like ages ago.
I had gotten there just on time to see Casey Becker (Drew Barrymore) being tormented. I watched the entire movie from behind those puffy black couches. I was mesmerized, absolutely terrified, and maybe even a little bit traumatized.
Okay, very traumatized. I mean look at that freaking mask…
This is NOT a review, by the way. I simply love the movie and I’d like to share my story.
So when I was younger, I watched this film over and over again countless times. It haunted me. I dreamed about it. I daydreamed about it. I was terrified of being in the dark. As I grew older, I couldn’t be home alone. I was scared of the phone. I was afraid of everything. Fun fact: When I was at a water park, I could have sworn that I saw Ghostface staring back at me from the water. All because of this movie and seeing it at such a young age. But for some reason I still loved it. And I admired Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson for giving me this terrifying treasure.
(Pictured below: Kevin Williamson – Left. Wes Craven – Right.)
I always imagined being able to meet these two and pick at their brain. Sadly, I won’t be able to meet Wes Craven, but at least I may be able to meet Kevin Williamson who also writes for other movies that I love (I Know What You Did Last Summer, The Faculty, Halloween H20, etc).
I think that the reason why I love the horror genre so much is because the first movie I truly fell in love with was of that genre. I constantly think about different ways that I could write a horror. I always have new ideas springing up in my mind. Mainly because, to this day, I am practically terrified of everything. I’m pretty paranoid when it comes down to it. But that’s fine. I’ve learned to live with it.
Back to the story.
One day, I was getting ready to watch my all-time favorite film. I was sitting close to the TV, right beside the VCR, saltine cracker sandwiches in lap, when the worst thing happened. Sometime between Dimension popping up on the screen and Casey Becker answering the phone, there was some static and another image came on. It was wrestling. WRESTLING, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I ejected my tape, stormed over to my brothers (while crying) and yelled at them for recording over my precious movie. “I didn’t know there was anything on there,” my eldest brother claimed to my mom. I was depressed. My life was over. I didn’t know how I was going to live after that point.
Once that happened, I had to go without Scream for a while. I mean, my parents hated that I kept watching it, anyway. It gave me time to watch other horror movies that I had missed out on: Halloween, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and more. I used to watch all of these movies with my cousins when I would sleep over. Horror became my life.
Surprising enough to say, Scream changed my life. I wouldn’t be who I am today had I not watched it all those years ago. It inspired me to become a director and make the scariest movies I can. I am going to change and revive the genre from what it’s becoming. Can’t wait.