Horror Roundtable Week Eighty-Five

Name your favourite horror movie cliché.
When the monster or whatever frightful star of the franchise becomes more and more of a joke with each sequel. Jason, Freddy, Leprechaun (although that was kinda great still), and especially Chucky. Child’s Play scared the hell out of me as a kid, now look at him!
Sean - Attentiondeficitdisorderly Too Flat
Oh, man, this is easy, and not just for movies either: I LOVE the creepy local who serves as a living warning to the foolhardy young’uns before everything turns to shit. Whether it’s the old hillbilly in Deliverance, a drunk at a cemetery in Texas Chain Saw, a taxi driver in The Ruins, the one-legged priest in Dawn of the Dead, the ranting Chinese woman in World War Z, hell, even the nice guy in Hostel Part II, I dig the hell out of those ominous dudes.
It strikes me as funny that slasher heroines ALWAYS have either a dead mother or a dead father (or at least absent). It’s as if the writers decided that being stalked by a psycho killer wasn’t enough to make the audience feel sympathetic for them, so they feel the need to add some other tragedy to their back story. If it were only one or two films than I probably would have never noticed, but seriously, think about some of your favorite slashers and see how many of those heroines have missing family members. It’s a strange cliche, and one that always makes me stop and take notice.
Jeff
A character runs into an elevator, her attacker right behind her. She stabs the button over and over as the attacker gets closer - the doors finally close, the attacker unable to pry them open again. In horror movie land there are no safety bumpers on the elevator doors that cause the door to open up again when pressed…
I love when someone opens a door and an animal/rodent comes out with a big music “stinger” scare! Don’t open that door! A cat might come jumping out!
I just love those… they are so overused and so funny that ANY filmmaker would even try to do it. Their inclusion in horror films just baffles me. But I laugh every time!
Lesbian vampires.
I mean really…
I say this with no particular pride but I suppose my favorite horror movie cliché will always be the Beautiful Woman who, even though she is in unfamiliar territory and may in fact sense that something is not right, will undress and perhaps even admire herself in a mirror. I suppose we have Psycho to blame for this. While Janet Leigh’s nudity was justified and even thematically relevant, the infamous shower scene inspired a generation and a half of filmmakers who think undressing is the proper apéritif to mayhem. In Dario Argento’s Tenebre, you have that wonderfully absurd moment where the journalist, unnerved by whispering coming from somewhere behind her, elects to go on changing her clothes, a choice that seals her doom (and provides the Argento canon with one of its most indelible images); for me, the cliché reached its apotheosis (or nadir) in Eli Roth’s Cabin Fever, where Cerina Vincent takes a break from the mounting horror to shave her legs. But for all I know, maybe these things really do help. Memo to self: next time in mortal fear, cup breasts.
Why would I have a favorite cliché? I hate clichés. The car never starts. The thing jumping out of nowhere is always the cat. The girl most willing to take off her shirt is inevitably the first to die. (That last one always bugged me. If I were making a movie, I’d want to give the half-naked actress as much screen time as possible.) No, I’m sick and tired of this stuff. That’s what I like most about the post-modern ’90s and ’00s slashers– the best of them subvert the clichés in some clever fashion or, at the very least, hang a lampshade on it and move on.
That said, there’s one movie cliché so old that it’s practically a tradition, and I love it ever so much. I refer, of course, to the good old Wilhelm Scream. I smile every time I hear it.
Why not go listen to this song now?
Dave - Rue Morgue’s The Abbatoir
Gardening tools that aren’t used for gardening. Even a lame slasher flick is at least watchable if there are some entertaining kills with a shovel, shears or scythe. And, yes, as overused as they are, chainsaws are still pretty scary when that engine comes to life with a loud crackle, spewing blue smoke and promising messy, painful mutilation. What we really need are more Garden Weasel ™ deaths, though.
Evil homosexuals.
Without a doubt, my absolute favorite, tried-and-true horror movie cliche would have to be the “killer/monster is right behind you” gimmick. What I’m referring to is that moment when our hero/heroine is backing up and suddenly realizes they’ve backed into whatever it was that was after them. A nice little chestnut that’s always good for a cheap scare, especially when punctuated with a sudden eruption from the soundtrack. There’s also a classic variation on this cliche which might be even better. Whenever a character in a horror movie starts walking in a particular direction while still looking in a different direction, you can bet your life savings that the instant they do turn around, they’ll be face-to-face with some unholy creature.
The mysterious black gloved killer who’s identity is hidden until the last 10 minutes of a film. I never get tired of seeing a knife carrying killer wearing tight black gloves going on a murder spree. This is probably why I love gialli films so much.
“Hey guys…let’s split up! We’ll cover more ground that way!”
It never fails, even in the best of horror movies, that people feel the need to pair off and go in different directions. Just once, I’d like to see a flick where all the teens stick together and either a) make it through the night because of their wise choice or b) the killer spears them, shish-kabob style.
Thanks to all this week’s contributors for one of the best Roundtables yet! Show them some love by visiting their respective sites, but before you split up please take a moment to share your own favourite clichés in the comments below. Now if only I could get this car to start…


















