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Horror movies of the 1970s: The Exorcist, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Jaws, The Omen, Carrie, Halloween

Nightmare Decade: In Front of the Children

Horror movies of the 1970s reflect the grim mood of the decade. After the optimism of the 1960s, with its sexual and cultural revolutions, and the moon landings, the seventies were something of a disappointment. It all started to go horribly wrong in 1970; the Beatles split, Janis and Jimi died, and in many senses it was downhill all the way from there: Nixon, Nam, oil strikes, glam rock, feather haircuts, medallions... However, when society goes bad, horror films get good, and the 1970s marked a return to the big budget, respectable horror film, dealing with contemporary societal issues, addressing genuine psychological fears.

One genuine fear apparent in the horror films of the 1970s is the fear of children, and the fear of the messy, painful and often fatal process of childbirth. David J Skal, in his brilliant book The Monster Show, identifies this fear as stemming from the introduction of the contraceptive pill, and from the birth defect horrors forced on the western world by thalidomide. Once sex and conception have been separated, and sexual activity becomes primarily a pleasure, the by-products (ie children) become monstrous aberrations. Huxley covers it well in Brave New World (1932) with the grotesque reappearance of Linda:

"But I'm Linda, I'm Linda."' The laughter drowned her voice. "You made me have a baby," she screamed above the uproar. There was a sudden and appalling hush; eyes floated uncomfortably, not knowing where to look. The Director went suddenly pale, stopped struggling and stood, his hands on her wrists, staring down at her, horrified. "Yes, a baby—and I was its mother." She flung the obscenity like a challenge into the outraged silence; then, suddenly breaking away from him, ashamed, ashamed, covered her face with her hands, sobbing. "It wasn't my fault, Tomakin. Because I always did my drill, didn't I? Didn't I? Always ...I don't know how...If you knew how awful, Tomakin..."

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Children are the focus of horror in many key 1960s films (Village of The Damned (1960) really reinforces that kids can be spooky. And unwanted. And do bad things to their parents) culminating in Rosemary's Baby. Yet this theme dominates the 1970s, as the crumbling family unit becomes the source of much fear and mistrust. This time around 'the enemy within' is not a shapeshifting alien from another planet altogether. This time the enemy is to be found in your own home.

It's your Mum (Shivers). Your Dad (The Shining). Your brother (Halloween). Your husband (The Stepford Wives). Your little boy (The Omen). Your daughter (The Exorcist). It's the people you see so often you don't really see them any more (Carrie). The seventies were about deep-seated paranoia, and the fear that the moral shift of the 1960s had created a culture of monsters - the archetypal successors of the shuffling zombies in Night of The Living Dead. There is little humour in 1970s horror films. Gone are the OTT antics of the Hammer/Corman crew, along with the shoestring budgets, as horror once again returns to the mainstream.

The apotheosis of all this is, of course, The Exorcist.

The Exorcist (1973)

The Exorcist has been voted 'the scariest movie of all time' (Total Film magazine October 1999) and is hugely significant to any study of the genre. It brought intellectual respectability back to horror movies (and a lot of people back to the church!). The special effects (created mechanically, on set, rather than added in post production) seem dazzling even by today's standards, and they are combined with deft cinematography and exemplary use of sound (awarded an Oscar). The film is a chilling experience because it, unusually for horror films, takes itself and its subject seriously. There is very little humour here, apart from odd touches of irony. The Exorcist is very much a 'grown-up' horror movie, and marks the beginning of a new part of a cycle in the genre.

Although the film is now an undisputed classic, and is considered a landmark of the genre, it was banned from video release in the UK until 1999. It caused outrage at the time of its release, and was described by the Daily Mail (who else?) as "the most shocking, sick-making and soul destroying work ever to emerge from filmland." Despite this, and its X rating, it was nominated for 10 Oscars - Linda Blair as Best Supporting Actress, Ellen Burstyn as Best Actress, Jason Miller as Best Supporting Actor, Best Art Direction and Best Picture - and won two (Best Sound, Best Adapted Screenplay). With the full support of a major movie studio (Warners), an Oscar-winning director at the peak of his career, and a heavyweight marketing campaign, this is a film which took itself very seriously indeed and is about as far from the B-movies of the 1950s as it is possible to go. This film made the genre worthy of serious consideration once more, and helped pave the way for many subsequent big studio investment in horror during the 1970s.

Background

Screenwriter William Peter Blatty was searching for a bestselling novel idea, and dredged up a story he remembered from his college days. He wanted to write something serious, something which reflected the anxieties of America as he saw them. He altered the details from the original 'possession' case, making the victim a girl rather than a boy, and transporting the action to uptown Washington. His purpose in writing the novel was to shock and provoke people into questioning their faith, or lack of it. Although, as major theologians have been saying for years, it is easier to make people believe in the Devil than believe in God.

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Sequels

The Exorcist II (1977) is pants, despite a starry cast and John Boorman as director. But The Exorcist III(1990), written & directed by Blatty, is an effective revisiting of the themes, and has the spookiest hospital sequence ever commited to film. Exorcist: The Beginning (2004) had a tortuous genesis, after the originally hired Paul Schrader's allegedly more subtle version was axed by the studio to make way for Renny Harlin's CGI-fest. Perhaps they just can't make good horror films any more?

 

The New Wave

The 1970s is also the decade when the first so called movie brats (the first generation to grow up with television and the level of visual literacy that brings) leave film school and let loose on their own movies (Spielberg, Scorsese, Lucas, de Palma et al). Also, writer Stephen King hits the bestseller lists with his 1974 debut, Carrie. These are people who grew up (as King vividly recalls in his horrorography, Danse Macabre) watching the Universal horror classics and The Addams Family on TV and playing with their Aurora Monster kits. This new breed of creatives were well versed in the genre paradigms and steeped in genre history. They knew intimately how a horror film should look and how a monster should behave - and how a skilled director might start playing variations on the well worn themes.

Susan Backlinie in JAWS

Jaws (1975)

In his first feature, the ABC movie-of-the-week Duel (1971), Steven Spielberg proved he could effectively handle suspense and menace. Shot and edited in 23 days, this simple David and Goliath story concerns a truck tailgating a businessman on a two lane highway. That's pretty much it. Spielberg ratchets up the tension by never letting the audience see who is driving the truck. By the end of the movie, the threat posed by the driver has reached nightmare level — he keeps coming, he seems superhuman, and absolutely deadly. The TV movie caused quite a stir and is largely responsible for kickstarting the mogul's career. He returned to the idea of an unseen menace, combined it with the monster movies he had revelled in as a child, and produced the sublime Jaws (1975), proving his worth as a director even with a budget of $12M.

Jaws was based on the bestselling novel of the same name, written by Peter Benchley. Young director Steven Spielberg took what was classic B-movie fare (big shark chews up skinny-dipping teenagers who scream alot, the adults trying to solve the problem start having affairs with each other) and turned out a masterclass in suspense. It was a massive massive success - from a budget of $12M US its total gross was well over $400M - and began the era of the modern Hollywood blockbuster. It was the first film to exceed $100M in box office receipts. Jaws built on the mainstream appetite for horror created by films such as The Exorcist, but gave us a monster that was, uniquely, neither human nor supernatural nor the result of mutation. Sharks are real. They're out there, swimming around, snacking on swimmers, right now. The movie's success is rooted in this terrifying premise, as well as in the inspiration taken, in terms of marketing and distribution as well as content, from the big monster movies of the 1950s.

One Man & His Power Tool: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

From the very first seconds of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), where we are exposed to flashed images of decomposing flesh, to the subsequent news report detailing grave-robbing in rural Texas, followed by the oozing red sunspots of the title sequence, and the opening narrative shot of armadillo roadkill, the viewer is transported to a nightmare zone where usual moral parameters are null and void. That's just the first five minutes. The rest of the movie involves a slow, measured descent into the madness of the Sawyer family, and culminates in a final ten minutes of torture and terror, largely round the dinner table. Domestic violence gets extreme.

The premise is simple. A Scooby Doo-esque van of longhairs (Jerry, Kirk, wheelchair bound Franklin, his sister Sally and bare-backed, micro-shorted Pam) goes to investigate the aforementioned graverobbings to see if Grandfather has been affected. He hasn't. On the way home they start to ignore some dire warnings in the astrology magazines that Pam is set on believing. Franklin's horoscope predicts "a difficult and disturbing day" whilst Sally's reveals that "There are moments when we cannot believe what is happening is really true. Pinch yourself and you may find out that it is". Other warnings come from the more traditional horror genre source of a mad old drunk in the cemetery ("Things happen hereabout they'll tell about") and the gas station attendant ("You boys don't wanna go messing round no old house. Those things is dangerous, you're liable to get hurt.") but all are ignored. When the gas station is out of gas, the hapless hippies fill up on barbecue instead and decide to hang out at the old house until the fuel truck arrives to make a delivery. A fatal choice.

They are trespassers, and, since the slaughterhouse down the road upgraded to more humane methods of killing, there are four rightfully resident Sawyers itching to smash their sledgehammers on the skulls of fresh meat. This sequestered clan are truly grotesque - the gibbering Hitchhiker, the half-decayed Grandfather, the slobbering Cook and of course, Leatherface - and they represent that stubborn, isolationist streak in American backwoodsmen who simply like to live the way they live, and don't want to be answerable to anyone. They'll defend their lifestyle to the death, even if it involves decorating neighbouring homes with chicken bones, and despatching nosey strangers, hence the number of abandoned cars discovered by Pam and Kirk as they explore the farmyard.

For a movie that was banned outright for 20 years in the UK, there is remarkably little gore. Almost halfway through the taut 84 minutes run time, all the blood we have really seen has been oozing from the palm of the Hitchhiker. When Kirk runs foul of Leatherface his despatch is famously speedy, two quick blows with a sledgehammer. Pam's demise is more drawn out, but bloodless - Hooper was aiming for a PG rating and was careful not to show the meathook entering her skin. The audience's over-wrought imaginations have to do the work, here and with the deaths of Jerry and Franklin, which both occur offscreen.

The terror resides in the towering figure of Leatherface, otherwise known as Bubba Sawyer, played by 6'4" Icelander Gunnar Hansen. Bubba never speaks, never reveals his motives, just flails his hammer or cranks up his chainsaw, his face hidden behind one of three masks stitched from the skin of previous victims. His menace is evocative through its simplicity; he lacks the complex motivation of Norman Bates or Michael Myers, he simply is what he is, as his final joyous dance with the chainsaw attests.

Sally Hardesty is the sole survivor of his blade, an early Final Girl. Her torture at the hands of each one of the Sawyer family is the movie's only real nod to excess. She appears to be experiencing punishment for some ambiguous travesty (a sibling spat with crippled Franklin? implied sex with Jerry upstairs in the old Franklin house?), as she is first chased through the woods by Leatherface (her long hair gets tangled in thorn bushes and nearly leads to her capture, perhaps her sin is vanity?), then stuffed in a sack by the Cook, shackled to a skeleton-chair by the Hitch-hiker, and finally served up as Grandpa's hors d'oeuvres. For much of this she screams, relentlessly, is covered in blood, and appears to act without much forethought, leaping through an upstairs (and closed) window. In terms of spectatorship, the audience cannot empathise for long with this extreme and unrelenting state. Instead they distance themselves from her demented semi-nakedness, and begin to view her with the killer's impassivity. Her eventual escape is not a represented as a looked-for triumph, far from it. She does not overcome the monster as her Final Sisters would increasingly manage to do in the 1980s and 1990s, but loses her essential self to him. There is only one character dancing with joy in the sunrise at the end of this movie.

Hooper's initial envisioning of the film required plenty of handheld shots, cinema verité style, but he couldn't rent a lightweight enough 35mm camera - hence the decision to shoot in 16mm. The resultant low budget aesthetic - grain, inconsistent colours, a fly-blown feeling to every frame - adds to the backwoods ethos. There is nothing glossy or civilised about this narrative, it all happens on the fringes of the known world, but the tone is emphatically realistic, from the movie poster declaration that it is "inspired by a true story" to the opening title which refers to "one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history" and gives a specific date to events, 18th August 1973. The documentary feel extends the work done by Romero in Night of The Living Dead, and was much copied by subsequent low budget entries to the genre.

Even today, TCM seems brutally realistic, in a way that none of its sequels or imitators have been able to emulate. For the 1986 sequel, Hooper went for a comedy horror feel, playing to all Leatherface's strengths as an icon to rival Freddy Krueger. TCM III also camps it up, with one of the funniest film trailers of all time (the Lady in the Lake one - if anyone can find it online please let me know), and TCM IV:The Next Generation has the unholy pairing of Matthew McConaghey and Renee Zellweger. Yes, really.

The rather pointless 2003 remake is a hollow attempt to introduce the franchise to a new audience. Ignore it - the original is still very much worth seeing. Equally, the 2006 prequel (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning) is a wasted opportunity to add anything to the myth, despite an intriguing opening.

Carrie - Teen Romance turns to Terror

The casual viewer of the first hour or so of Brian De Palma's Carrie(1976) might be forgiven for thinking they are watching some variation of the 'teen makeover romance' subgenre, where the ugliest girl in the school only needs a new dress and a visit to the beauty salon to suddenly date the prom king and find out her high school isn't such a bad place after all ("She's All That" and "The Princess Diaries" being recent entries). After a voyeuristic opening, where terminal misfit Carrie White find herself naked, in the shower, menstruating for the first time, being pelted with tampons by her classmates shouting "Plug it UP! Plug it UP!", the film takes us through the familiar territory of the headmaster's office, the ballpark, the classroom, the suburban living room and the all-important question of a teenage girl's career:"Who shall take me to the Prom?" Carrie's world isn't really so weird - her telekinetic powers mean she is able to knock an ashtray off a desk and an irritating brat off his bike. Big Deal - but really she just wants to be loved. Sure her Mom is an embarrassing nutcase who stalks the sidelines flashing fire and belching brimstone, but then whose Mom doesn't?

In the opinion of sickly-sweet Sue (Amy Irving), and good-hearted PE teacher Miss Collins (Betty Buckley), all Carrie needs is a decent haircut and the sanction of top jock Tommy. In the opinion of our binary opposite Chris (Nancy Allen) and her greasy sidekick, JD-wannabe Billy Nolan (John Travolta) what Carrie needs is public, gruesome and spectacular humiliation. Let the conflict begin. It seems like Sue & Miss Collins might triumph, as Carrie brushes up well and gets to go to the prom with angel-haired Tommy Ross. They even get elected prom king and queen. For one moment it looks as though Carrie might put her weird background behind her but just when it's all got too romantic and soppy for words, Chris and Billy disrupt the carefully laid genre paradigms of high school romance with a well placed (on Carrie's head) bucket of pig's blood. The final third of the film is grotesque to the extreme - gallons of blood, fire, destruction of ALL characters (even the ones we thought were quite nice), chaos, flying knives and of course the oft-copied-never-equalled final shot. It's a film where you can't really hate the monster, where you want the underdog to come out on top, and where the cataclysmic closure provides little satisfaction for the viewer. It's a very brutal film, made to seem more so by De Palma's use of split screen to extend action sequences, tracking shots to create uneasiness and the VERY seventies red filters to symbolise blood. It owes a great debt to Psycho, and together with Hallowe'en marks the genesis of the teen slasher movie.

Carrie was a great success at the box office, tapping in to teenage fears about what happens when you don't fit in with the in crowd, and more adult preoccupations with What Regan Might Do at senior prom. Like The Exorcist before it, Carrie garnered Oscar nominations (for Spacek and Laurie) and Spacek won the Golden Globe for her iconoclastic portrayal of an unwilling and very female monster. Horror seemed to be back at the forefront of popular consciousness.

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Carrie 2: The Rage (1999)

The Omen: Spawn of Satan

The Omen is another glossy, big budget horror film which deals with a demonic child. Following the success of The Exorcist, it was inevitable that the other movie studios would 'have a go' with this theme. The Omen is often compared to The Exorcist, and often comes off worse. it is not a bad film - well acted, directed, paced, with an unforgettable score and a chilling central depiction of evil. There are strong performances from Gregory Peck as the father who can no longer ignore the truth about his only child, and David Warner as the journalist who meets a grisly end - his final decapitation is one of the stunning special effects moments of the film. Other moments of shock are well-delivered (Damien's nanny crashing, rope around neck through a top floor window in the middle of a child's birthday party, the impalement of a priest by a lightning rod), providing the gory punchline to passages of suspense. It is not as original nor as intelligent as The Exorcist, and because it follows more usual conventions, it has not aged well. However, the apocalyptic theme is chilling enough, and the pudgy, blank yet incredibly malicious face of young Damien as he watches those around him die will stay in the mind long after the strains of Carmina Burana have faded from the ear.

There are two sequels which chart Damien Thorn's progress through life, from teenage schoolboy (Damien: Omen II, 1978) to CEO of a huge multinational (The Final Conflict: Omen III, 1981), neither of which have the power or impact of the original. There is also a TVM (Omen IV: The Awakening) about a female antichrist made in 1991, which proves that that studio still felt there was power in the brand name. Needless to say, it's Not Very Good. The 2006 remake, starring Julia Stiles and Liev Schrieber capitalised on a 6/6/06 release date, and had high production values, but adds nothing to the original.

Halloween (1978)

Often imitated, never equalled, this low budget ($325,000) masterpiece took all the suspense of Psycho and repackaged it in colour with teenage protagonists - a knowing nod to the market. Although credited with spawning the slash and gore pics of the 1980s, it contains relatively little blood, instead relying on shock and the unrelenting build up of suspense. The story is simple - teenage babysitter tries to escape the attentions of a rampaging serial killer - but Carpenter's deft use of shadows and score (he composed it himself) made it horrifying and fresh, although subsequent over-use of its elements have turned them into clichés. There are many nods to Hitchcock, not least the casting of Jamie Lee Curtis (Janet Leigh's daughter in her screen debut) in the main role, coupled with the Herrmannesque string notes which signal the fatal blows of the killer's hand, and the sonorous explanations of Dr Loomis (Donald Pleasance), who is named after Sam Loomis, Marion Crane's lover. Michael Myers is as primal and unreasoning a killer as Hitchcock's Birds, and just as deadly and inhuman. His white-masked face emerges from the shadows only slowly; he lurks (in the widescreen, DON'T watch the Pan & scan, he's missing half the time) on the edges, appearing as a shoulder, the back of a head, a half-glimpsed white flash until we, the audience, have enough information about his past behaviour to be truly terrified for the characters onscreen. Those who are still left alive.

It's worth noting that Myer's signature visage was a $2 William Shatner mask painted white by production designer Tommy Lee Wallace.

John Carpenter took the story idea (tentatively entitled The Babysitter Murders) from Irwin Yablans, and, with producer Debra Hill, wrote the script in 10 days. It's set in the small town of Haddonfield, Illinois, the kind of innocuous, everyday suburban setting that was to be revisited so successfully by the likes of Wes Craven, Sean Cunningham, Brian Yuzna and even Peter Jackson (with a NZ flavour) throughout the 1980s. Myers is the stuff of local legend - fifteen years previously he murdered his teenage sister, Judith, on Hallowe'en night, and has been incarcerated in an asylum since. But now, as the tagline tells us, is "The Night HE Came Home", and hapless babysitter/virgin Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis) finds herself the unlucky target of his bloodlust.

Much has been written about the character of Laurie Strode, one of the first Final Girls, those sole survivors (often because of her refusal to take part in sexual initiation rites) of the carnage, who overcome physical weakness and ineptitude to defeat the monster. Halloween establishes the formula for Final Girl behaviour, down to the slightly androgynous appearance, the "less popular virgin" status, and the 'kicker' - that re-appearance of the monster when the Final Girl thinks she has polished him (it's always a him) off. The Final Girl can represent a patriarchal construct (the manipulated and persecuted virgin-victim who triumphs through purity and passivity, often winning by accident) or a feminist heroine, defeating the misogynist monster who would penetrate her with his blade(s).

The film had such an impact it has generated no less than EIGHT sequels; Hallowe'en 9 is apparently in pre-production. Sequels can be viewed as a form of merchandising, products sold on the reputation of the original, and bought into by the loyal fan base, no matter what the perceived quality. If you read the imdb user comments on each of these films, it seems everyone has a different favourite, for wildly different reasons. At a glance, the Halloween sequels are

Halloween II (1981)

A direct continuation of the events of the first movie - while Laurie recovers in hospital, a bullet-laden Myers continues his killing spree around Haddonfield, chased by Dr Loomis & sundry cops.
Halloween III: Season of the Witch (1982)

Strange wizards infiltrate corporate toy making America and plan to blow up all children's heads come Halloween. Myers strangely absent from proceedings

Halloween IV: The Return of Michael Myers (1988)

Michael, who has been catatonic for ten years (perhaps explaining his absence from III) wakes up, kills everyone, and lays siege to Haddonfield on (of course) Halloween, killing most of the police force in an attempt to get to his 7 year old niece, Jamie. Only Dr Loomis can save the day.
Halloween V: The Revenge of Michael Myers (1989)

One year later, it's the end of the 1980s, and horror audiences demand horny teens, silly music and a sense of slapstick when cops pursue the killer. Dr Loomis is still there, and Jamie discovers her psychic link with Michael, whose modus operandi remains the same.
Halloween VI: The Curse of Michael Myers (1995)

It turns out that Michael is a victim of a curse that makes him seek out and kill his family members (who knew?). When Jamie gives birth to a baby, and then abandons it, crazy Dr Wynn figures the child is the ultimate way to lure Michael into the open.
Halloween: H20 (1998)

In a post-Scream world (the original treatment was written by Kevin Williamson and he exec produced), this entry ignores the events of 3-6 and brings us back to Laurie (the return of Jamie Lee), now headmistress of a private school. Still haunted by past events she must now protect her 17 year old son (Josh Hartnett) from the murderous Michael. Plenty of hommage to the original.

Halloween: Resurrection (2002)

Scholarship cash persuades a group of Haddonfield students to spend the night in the Myers' family home. You know the rest.
Halloween IX:Asylum

The content, title, writer, release date remain unconfirmed but rest assured, Michael WILL be back

What is the best horror film of the 1970s?

  • Dawn of The Dead (1978)
  • The Exorcist (1973)
  • The Wicker Man (1973)
  • Shivers (1975)
  • Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1972)
  • Suspiria (1977)
  • Phantasm (1979)
  • Carrie (1976)
  • The Omen (1976)
  • Alien (1979)

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