The ’80s were a phenomenal time for aficionados of the gruesome, the gory, and the ghoulish. Both independent and mainstream cinematic offerings delivered chills that stayed with you long after you’d left the theater and curled up in bed, wondering about what might be lurking in your closet or just outside your window.
Being a child of the early 1970s, I fell in love with horror movies with mu dad, who would take my brother, Ryan, and me to the matinee when we had our Sunday visits with him after a divorce.
I can remember seeing so many of the (now) classical Friday the 13th, Halloweens, Children of the Corn, An American Werewolf in London, Childs Play…
My dad also worked at Circuit City and we were on of the first kids in the neighborhood to have a VCR, a Betamax and VHS, no less so I amassed a large collection of horror on tape and I would poke the little plastic thing on the cassette so that it could not be copied over. I had tapes of Silent Night Deadly Night, Motel Hell, April Fools Day and so many others.
Of course, my favorite horror movie of all time is probably Nightmare on Elm Street (1984). As a 13 year old that shit is impressionable.
If you don’t know, Wes Craven turned Freddy Krueger into one of the modern movies’ great bogeymen with his dreamlike 1984 hit, in which a child-abusing evildoer returns from the grave to punish his killers by attacking their children through their dreams.