Why Jill is our most dangerous Ghostface killer yet.

Scream 4 is a hell of a parody and a reboot.

Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson are back at the wheel, but the vehicle of horror has changed. Gone are our severed house phone lines, masculine anxieties, and revenge killers. Now, we have cell phones and a pointed examination of the current youth’s obsession with Internet fame and true crime.

I myself have been an on-and-off member of the true crime community since I was a teenager. My introductory case was the Manson murders, a now infamous case that needs no rehashing here. I was about 13 or 14 when…

Discussing the original Scream trilogy’s weird connection to Greek mythology.

Bring up any horror movie sequel and you’ll always get a mixed, if passionate, response. People either really love them or — more commonly — laud them as the harbinger of an impending bad franchise.

But Scream 2 exists in the magical, albeit small, realm of good sequels.

It expands on the old characters, introduces new ones, and gives us a fresh look at an old “whodunit” formula, all while establishing itself as both a riff on sequels and a great follow-up in its own right.

Is it better than the original? Who can say. The debate between which film…

How “Scream” addressed masculinity in ‘The Gay 90s’.

It may be Final Girl February, but Scream and feminism aren’t just about women. What a concept, right?

Let me explain.

We’re all involved in this thing called a hegemonic patriarchy.

Hegemonic patriarchy is a pyramid. At the top are the people this system most benefits: white, older, cisgender men. Meanwhile, the rest of us (including women, people of color, queer folks, and gender-non-conforming men, to name a few) are building the pyramid up below them. The people on top keep insisting that their view is the same as ours.

Except we’re all looking at their asses.

For us women…

Revisiting horror’s first real “Final Girl”.

Let’s face it. Final Girls weren’t feminist until “Scream” and Sidney Prescott.

The Scream franchise never gets stale for me.

In fact, if Ghostface were to call me up on the phone, I would probably say it’s one of my favorite scary movies.

No matter how many times I watch them, I’m still just as shocked, scared, impressed, and giddy as the first time. Hell, Rose McGowan’s Tatum inspired the title of this blog! They never fail to disappoint. In my opinion, they serve as a bridge forever connecting old and new horror.

So It’s fitting then that Scream’s Final Girl, Sidney Prescott (Neve Campbell) is also a bridge between the trope’s…

Revisiting “Teeth” and its views on sexual education.

Dawn is a normal high school girl with a…gift (Teeth, 2007).

The first time I watched “Teeth,” I was fifteen and I hated it. I was riddled with puberty and at the height of my pretentious “only Tarantino films exist” phase, so it was too “juvenile” for me. I didn’t even finish the movie.

But for years, I thought about Teeth a lot for someone who hadn’t liked it.

Almost ten years later, I gave it another shot.

Let me tell you: I think little virgin me was just afraid of the film’s plethora of on-screen dick shots. I somehow forgot about each dismembered dongle and dangle. …

“Bite” is a clumsy marriage of body horror and gender expectations.

Treating a film like a five-course meal is fun, but sometimes you just want to dress down and grab a greasy, cheap slice of a movie.

I’m not afraid to sink my teeth into the less- than-tasty helpings that horror sometimes has to offer. If even the schlockiest Z-horror film has something to say, I’ll check it out.

A live demonstration on how boba tea is made (Bite, 2015).

That’s how I ended up on my couch watching Chad Archibald’s Bite. Negative reviews weren’t going to scare me away from a film where a beautiful lady slowly mutates into a bug. Racking my brains, I couldn’t recall too many instances of…

David Cronenberg’s most personal film dissects the price of male privilege.

Frank wears this expression of vague disappointment for the entire film (The Brood, 1979).

I sat down to watch The Brood as a David Cronenberg fan. As horror’s favorite body horror progenitor, the man excels at taking a genre known for repulsing audiences and elevating it to an art form. Blood and guts need not be the only mark of a “true” horror film, a term that really bugs me with its intended snobbery. Even people who renounce Ari Aster’s films for their artistry can and do appreciate a good Cronenberg flick.

This is not the case in The Brood. Fans of Cronenberg’s later works should probably skip this one and rewatch The Fly.

Exploring body horror as the woman’s realm.

Ever since I saw David Cronenberg’s The Fly, I’ve known two things. One: I’m attracted to Jeff Goldblum no matter how long his hair gets. And two: I frickin’ love body horror movies.

In particular, it was the part where Geena Davis realizes that she’s pregnant and might give birth to a fly-human hybrid. That stuck with me. It was the first time I saw people talking about an abortion on-screen…and it was in a film about a man slowly and painfully mutating into a fly.

That’s when I realized that horror had more to give than the usual blood…

Women in Mexican horror films represent a growing gender equality movement in the face of government inaction.

Rising femicide rates in Mexico have finally led to mass protests and walk-outs.

Mexico is a country with a vast and immersive culture, steeped in tradition and oriented around ideas of family and community. Mix that into politics, however, and you get a system bent on maintaining the status quo at a great cost to its people.

This was difficult to write. The reality of what women and girls face in Mexico on a daily basis is unlike anything I have ever experienced. It is a privilege that I only have to read about it; for them, it’s a reality they are unable to close a computer tab on and step away from.

These scary movies reflect a real gender violence issue.

Always ask to see your gynecologist’s tools before scheduling an appointment. (Dead Ringers, 1988).

I think I know why Ginger snapped: living under the ever present pseudo-pleasantries of Canada as a preteen would have made me want to be a werewolf too.

Canada has a reputation for being polite and apologetic. According to my partner, everyone was friendly and helpful during his visit. It's a nice country, filled with nice people.

And I'm sure its government is real into maintaining that image.

Prime Minister Justin Trudeau's charming nature and boyish good looks, coupled with his pledges of progression and Canada's free healthcare, make him very popular outside his country.

Inside the happy-go-lucky British commonwealth…

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