In 1979, my parents moved us out of the bustle of Houston and to the countryside. We were now a thirty-minute drive from the nearest signs of modern civilization, and for a nine-year-old kid, that might as well have been the distance to the moon. I was used to living in a tightly-packed neighborhood. I could walk to school. My friends lived right next door or nearby. The movie theater was a short drive away. But now, desolation.
This was a huge adjustment, and in some very important ways, it helped me to grow. In other ways, it felt like a desert.
The 80’s were beginning, and living out in the rural area meant no cable television. My parents also weren’t inclined to drive me and my sisters to the movies any time we decided we wanted to see something. VHS machines were new, as were video rental stores, and as mentioned, we were far from everything. I also had a growing interest in horror, and my mother would have none of that.
She didn’t even like it when I checked out books on ghost stories from the library. This interest was obviously not encouraged by anyone in the family, and I still don’t know where it came from, but I was drawn in by this dark allure. I remember seeing the trailers for horror movies like Carrie and The Amityville Horror, and I was extremely eager to see them. There was no way my parents would take me, and there was no way I could get to the theater. Even if I could manage to find my way across the miles to the cinema, these movies were rated R (restricted), so my little pre-teen self would not have been allowed in.
My only option was television.
I devoured TV back then. I would sit in front of the box and channel surf and hope to find something good. Of course, the options were seriously limited then. I’d usually end up just watching some program for the sake of it, or I’d turn off the set in disappointment and find something else to do.
But one thing I did find was horror movies broadcast as “edited for television” or even made-for-TV horror movies. This was a gold mine for an eager, young kid hoping to explore horror films. I was worried my parents, mainly my mother, wouldn’t let me watch these, so I had to be a little sneaky.
As I recall, these movies usually came on during some odd times. They might have been broadcast late some evenings, but I never woke up and snuck out of the bed to watch them. That would not have worked for several reasons. But I did find that sometimes these movies were shown on a Saturday afternoon or evening, sometimes opposite some sporting event, which meant they didn’t expect too many people to watch it, anyway.
But I sure wanted to.
One of the earliest I remember was The Island of Dr. Moreau (1977). This one may not fit as firmly into the horror category, but I loved it. This one even snuck up on me. I don’t recall seeing any trailers or knowing about it, but I found it on TV one lazy weekend, and I watched it. I was enthralled.
Then came Salem’s Lot. This was a made-for-television two-part mini-series. Like many of these, it would find itself broadcast more than once, and I’d watch it more than once. This one was from a Stephen King story, and he was a bright, rising star in the early 80’s. I wanted to read his books, but as you might guess, I wasn’t allowed. I did manage to watch this creepy series about vampires. It actually was a bit disappointing to me, as I didn’t find it very interesting or scary. I watched it, anyway.
Another made-for-television one was Dark Night of the Scarecrow. This one definitely worked. Something about that scarecrow was, well, very scary. We lived out in the country, we had a garden, but we didn’t have a scarecrow. After watching that show, I’m glad we didn’t.
The movie Jaws created a large impact. It defined the Summer blockbuster, but it was also a scary movie. I wanted to see this one so badly. I remember the craze it started with real-life shark attacks, and how it blew those out of proportion. People were literally afraid of going into the ocean after this film came out. I recall the deep fascination I held, even though I had not seen the movie. And even though it was rated PG, I never would see it at the theater.
A television edit eventually appeared, and boy, was I ready to watch this. I stayed glued to the TV the entire time, watching in fascination. I had built up such an expectation in my mind, and though I didn’t realize it then, my mother’s desire to shield me from such movies had made them even more attractive to me.
Another one that crept in on a lonely Saturday night was The Fog. I didn’t know who John Carpenter was, but I had seen some commercials for this one. I was ready late that Saturday night to watch it. I say “late”, which means it probably came on at 10:00PM. As with the others, I’m not sure why I was able to get away with watching them at home on our living room television, but I was. The barriers that kept me from seeing these at the theater seemed to disappear if the movie was on the small screen.
As with any television edit, most (or all) of the gore was removed, the swears and curses were removed or over-dubbed, which sometimes resulted in some very funny changes. But as with Jaws, leaving the horrible things to the imagination can make it more terrifying. I didn’t need to see the hook from the ghost pirate’s hand going into the soft flesh of the victim; I could imagine it. And it was scary, and I loved it.
All of this happened so long ago that it’s difficult for me to remember the exact timeline, but in 1982 the film Poltergeist came out. This one was also rated PG. That meant I could go see it, but I still needed permission and a ride. I received neither. It didn’t matter to my mom that it was only rated PG; it was a “scary” movie. Access denied.
I finally did see it on TV, and it was enjoyable and quite terrifying. That end scene where it feels like the world is ending as the house implodes left a huge impact on me, no pun intended.
I saved the best for last, and of course, that is my opinion – The Thing. I love this film. Of all those in this post, this is the only one I eventually bought on DVD. Some of the films mentioned above I never got around to seeing the theatrical version, but something about The Thing dug its slimy tentacles into me.
I watched this one more than once before I finally saw the original cut, as it was on annual rotation like many of the others. The story is haunting, horrifying, and goes well beyond the scope of its running time. It was dwarfed by E.T. upon its release. People seemed more interested in a friendly alien than one bent on taking over the entire human race. It didn’t make a difference in my world, because I wasn’t going to see this one in the cinema.
This was another “late night” Friday or Saturday movie. It would sneak in after primetime broadcasting had finished, and I would sit in excitement, watching. The music, as with any Carpenter film, was just as effective as the visual setting. The dog, so creepy, but this is not a blog post to review the film, so I digress.
It is interesting to me to think back on the time of my youth and the circumstances that put me in a somewhat isolated and controlled situation when it came to watching movies. I don’t know what birthed my interest in horror, but those claws came from somewhere and they got me good. Eventually, I was able to drive and go to the movies on my own without any restrictions, but I will always have nostalgia for those horror films I managed to catch on good old-fashioned television broadcast.