Thursday, April 10, 2014

Debunking Horror Nostalgia "The Amityville Horror"

A while back, I had an idea for a column and shopped it around to a couple of outlets. I didn't really get any takers except for one. A small local horror zine. It was to be published in it, but unfortunately the issue was never to be printed. So, I figured I have a blog! Why not post it here?

So, I give you Debunking Horror Nostalgia!



Let’s start this thing out right. Please understand that I know that what I’m attempting to accomplish is an impossibility. If there is a horror film you love, or perhaps you saw when you were young or dating the right person then there is nothing that can be said about that film that can diminish any bit of the appeal it has for you. For instance, no matter how awful a film it really might be, “A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: The Dream Warriors” is a horror masterpiece in my eyes. The place that it has earned in my heart might have more to do with seeing it when I was at the right age, and less to do with the acting, plot or special effects. All of which of course are top notch and if you disagree with me, I will fight you with my bare hands!

With that introduction out of the way, I present to you the first film to hit my nostalgic chopping block…

THE AMITYVILLE HORROR




In case you didn’t know, The Amityville Horror is an American Horror film made in 1979 that was based on the novel by Jay Anson which is actually still a good read. The plot is loosely based on the “real life” supernatural experiences of the Lutz family. They buy a home on the now infamous Ocean Avenue in Amityville, New York. It’s the classic young couple buy a haunted house and everything goes to Hell story. It has spawned several sequels, and a remake which isn’t as bad as you might think.

Now, growing up I had this deeply instilled impression that The Amityville Horror was some sort of untouchable horror golden goose. I placed it high on a mental pedestal besides other films that scared me when I was young. Films like Pet Sematary, Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, and Halloween. But when 17 year old me bought this on DVD and re-watched it for the first time since renting it on VHS when I was 10, I was taught a lesson on selective memory.

First, there were a lot of fantastic establishing shots and the overall look of the film is okay for what it is. The score is a highpoint for me. And the last bit of good is more of a bad technically. The main images that stuck with me and the main reason I remember the film being worthwhile in the first place were from the montage shots of the Defeo murders. That’s like only remembering the volleyball montage from Top Gun and thinking it was a strange homo-erotic beach flick.

The things that were supposed to be scary just aren’t.

When Father Delaney comes to bless the house and the flies swarm, I’ve had more flies on my sandwich outside of a Panera Bread. GET OUT! Really? You're supposed to be the personification of pure evil and that’s the best you can muster? 17 house flies, indigestion and a case of the squinty eyes? 

 
And as if to prove me wrong. As if to say, “No sarcastic writer guy! I gots more!” Father Delaney becomes a metaphorical Job and falls victim to countless mishaps. He has blisters after a phone call. His car has brake problems. None of his superiors in the church believe him or seem to care. Eventually he suffers an all-out mental breakdown leaving the Lutzes to tend to their own problems. This whole chain of events plays out more like a Benny Hill sketch than a sub plot to a horror film.

Meanwhile, George played by James Brolin slowly turns into a poor man’s Jack Torrence and develops an interest in temperature control and fire stoking persistence. Mrs. Lutz is seeing pig eyes in windows. The kids are having windows fall on their hands and special meetings with imaginary friends in hostile places. Even the family dog is taking part in the abuse by taking an interest in carpentry. None of this is mildly scary. It’s barely interesting. If anything, I’d suspect there was a gas leak before ghosts.

Then the bubbling from the toilet starts alongside the bloody walls. Then there’s the 3:15 am angle. They’re trying so hard to scare us that they’ve forgotten that it has to kind of, at least a little, make sense. Eventually they learn about an Indian burial ground, a devil worshiper guy named Ketchup or Ketchum and during a rainstorm the Lutz's grow weary of the supernatural abuse and they leave to another state.

If you need to soak this story in, READ THE BOOK or watch the remake staring Van Wilder which is actually better. While I will never watch this again unless I need something to sleep to, the dialogue makes things just a little easier to swallow.  I’ll leave you with a few of my favorite lines.

“I think it's bureaucratical bullshit! What do you think I am? I am not some pink-cheeked seminarian who doesn't know the difference between the supernatural and a bad clam!” Father Delaney



“I'd blame Detroit a lot faster than the Devil. It seems like every month there's some kind of recall.” Father Ryan



“I'm coming apart! Oh, mother of God, I'm coming apart!” George Lutz






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