I have often marveled at the fascination which some have in horror movies. Being totally unable to enjoy or even tolerate this genre, I find it difficult to see any pleasure in this form of entertainment. Being frightened and made apprehensive just doesn’t seem logically appealing to me. Obviously though, many don’t feel that way, because horror movies are often financially successful, indicating that many love them.
In addition to the people who enjoy them, I also must wonder about the artists who create these movies. What is it about the workings of their minds that make them fantasize about rampant evil and dreadful circumstances? Seemingly sane authors and writers generate this material, so apparently one doesn’t have to be demented to develop these bloodthirsty, gruesome, and seemingly perverted scenarios.
All of us, I guess, have been conditioned to believe in man’s basic depravity, his ability to perpetrate the most unimaginable evils. That belief would logically extend to our own depravity, and certainly we all experience moments when our higher self is eclipsed by a lower being which we would like to reject but who overpowers our better instincts. The history of mankind is replete with its own horror stories, re-enforcing the prevailing wisdom about man’s flawed nature.
Our society and its culture have a long-standing fixation with bad news and the struggle to overcome evil. In that respect a horror movie is only different by degree from the nightly news cast or movies in general, which are largely based on the idea of the eternal struggle between good and evil.
When canvassing the memory for horror stories, the story of God’s final judgment and eternal punishment has to be at the top of list. Thus Christian Orthodoxy has to be the standard setter for all subsequent creations of this type. No movie producer will ever be able to top that one. Steven King doesn’t hold a candle to the likes of Jonathan Edwards and his present day emulators.