I have a confession to make: I like slasher movies.
This won’t sound shocking coming from someone who is obviously a fan of horror films. But until a few years ago, I avoided slashers. I’ll go into a more detailed description of what I consider to be the definition of a “slasher” film in future entries, but basically I’m talking about movies where people are relentlessly stalked and systematically murdered by a (usually silent) killer.
I tended to agree with critics who snobbishly wrote this sub-genre off as being the lowest common denominator of horror. I scoffed at a friend who suggested I add more of a “body count” to a horror film treatment I was working on. Until recently, I had never seen a Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street film all the way through. For years, the only slasher I would take seriously was Halloween (1978), since it was “critically acclaimed.”