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What Was Your First R-Rated Horror Film?

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Faculty Queen

Do any of you get asked why you love horror films so much? I know there are countless studies on the whole “why do we love being scared” question and people who aren’t into horror think we’re all demented for loving such a brutal genre; but for as long as I remember I have always been into them. I think a part of it was because I was never allowed to watch them (or any R-rated movie, for that matter) until I was in my late teens, so of course I wanted to watch everything that I wasn’t allowed to. My dad was really into horror films though, and I think he really wanted to be able to share that passion with me. So lucky for me, whenever my mom was out of town (which was very rarely) he would sneak me a movie or two that wasn’t too inappropriate so I could get my fix. My mother probably still thinks my first R-rated movie was The Patriot (well, probably not anymore after she reads this…sorry Dad). While all of that backstory isn’t completely necessary, it’s all part of the memory of the first R-rated horror movie I ever saw: The Faculty. I have a lot of strong emotion and vivid memories of watching it, so my question is: what was yours?

I didn’t see The Faculty until I was in fifth grade, so I would have been ten old. I remember spending an insane amount of time looking for PG-13 (or in some cases PG) horror films that didn’t look terrible which, as you know can be a rather difficult thing to do. I’d made my way through PoltergeistTemple of Doom (I consider it to have many aspects of horror), Gremlins, Tremors and other various classics but at some point I was really scraping the bottom of the barrel and watching things like Komodo and King Cobra (I really liked creature features). I used to walk around my local Blockbuster (RIP) and just stare at the VHS covers and read the backs of the boxes just to get an idea what watching an R-rated movie would be like. Similarly, I would roam the halls before every movie at the AMC Theater in my town looking at all the posters hanging on the walls, to see if there was something new coming out. I remember coming across the poster for The Faculty, which got me really excited because it had Elijah Wood in it, whom I had loved ever since seeing him in North (not proud of that statement, but I was 10).

Faculty Poster

Anyway, my dad had rented the movie to watch himself (my mom isn’t really a fan of these types of films so he never got to go see them in theaters) and for some reason, my mom was not going to be home all afternoon the Saturday after my dad watched it, and it wasn’t due back until Sunday. My sister was going over to a friend’s house for a few hours so he called me upstairs and (very seriously) told me that he would let me watch the movie but I couldn’t tell my mom or my sister and if I had nightmares I had to stay in my room and deal with it. Also, if my sister or her friend came back home we had to turn it off. I agreed to his terms.

Needless to say I got to watch the whole movie, but there was a point near the very end of the film when Mary-Beth had just punched Stokely and started turning into the queen alien where my sister and her friend came back. Luckily I saw them coming in the backyard through the window and I ran and locked the door so they wouldn’t be able to come in. They eventually left on their bicycles  and went back to the friend’s house, probably thinking my Dad had left to run an errand. I know it was kind of douchey but I was on a mission: I was going to finish this movie and no one was going to ruin it.

In the end, I got to finish the movie, and then I went to school the following Monday and told everyone about it. It was the highlight of my life at that point, which sounds dumb now but my 10-year-old self was ecstatic. I also got to watch Deep Blue Sea and Halloween: H20 that same year which pretty much made my memories of fifth grade the best ever (it’s also why I love all 3 of those movies, no matter what their quality is).

While I know some of you might not find this story that interesting, it’s one of my favorite memories and I just thought I’d share it to ignite some friendly discussion. I’m very curious to know what your memories are of your first time seeing a R-rated horror movie (or ANY horror movie, for that matter). Discuss in the comments below and share your experiences!

A journalist for Bloody Disgusting since 2015, Trace writes film reviews and editorials, as well as co-hosts Bloody Disgusting's Horror Queers podcast, which looks at horror films through a queer lens. He has since become dedicated to amplifying queer voices in the horror community, while also injecting his own personal flair into film discourse. Trace lives in Denver, CO with his husband and their two dogs. Find him on Twitter @TracedThurman

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André Øvredal’s ‘Troll Hunter’ Remains One of the Best Found Footage Movies

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André Øvredal's Troll Hunter

In this day and age, the wordtrollis often used to describe various online nuisances. Yet as abundant and irksome as the modern troll can be, they aren’t usually as fearsome as their mythological counterparts. I’m not talking about the small and gentler versions that have become more common to see in media. No, there are much bigger and scarier trolls out there—and André Øvredal’s movie Troll Hunter is one of the best places to find them.

It doesn’t take long for Troll Hunter (or Trolljegeren) to dump the Blair Witch Project-esque setup and aim for something a lot fresher. The trajectory of the story is augmented by Otto Jespersen’s character Hans, the titular Troll Hunter. The second he comes barreling out of the deep, dark woods and shoutstrollat the camera, this movie takes a turn into what feels like uncharted territory. Not only subject-wise, but also conceptually.

For fantastical and made-up subject matter in cinema, found footage is a fast way to add a guise of believability. After all, what we accept to be the most crucial aspect of documentaries—the truth—rubs off on pseudo-documentaries, despite our understanding of the pretense involved. That is what Øvredal delivered with Troll Hunter: a movie so convincing that some viewers wondered if trolls really do exist. So, had this been straightforwardly made, it likely wouldn’t have been as effective. Conventional narratives would be more inclined to treat something like trolls as flat out unreal, and never try to convince the audience to think otherwise.

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Hans petrifies the three-headed Tusseladd troll.

The viewers, like the characters trailing Hans, are quickly thrown into the deeper end of that extraordinary story. They have to process all this new information while staying on the go. So, although there is no significant amount of meandering, narratively or physically, there is still a good amount of atmosphere, not to mention tension building. It’s never anything frightful, but then again, Troll Hunter isn’t your standard offering of horror; it’s more on the low end of the dark fantasy spectrum. We aren’t ever spirited away to a faraway world—we stay in rather familiar surroundings, as well as dip into those less so. The outcome is a movie where you’re constantly more in awe than in terror.

As fantasy fiction might do, Troll Hunter prefers not to deal with incredulity. There is no time to waste on doubt, as interviewer Thomas (Glenn Erland Tosterud), soundperson Johanna (Johanna Mørck), and cameraman Kalle (Tomas Alf Larsen) all follow Hans around, recording whatever this character is willing to reveal about his bizarre job. Of course, the Troll Hunter himself is not an open book; in that respect, the diegetic documentary fails to fully capture and unpack the more interesting of its two subjects. Yes, all those giant, monstrous trolls are indeed incredible, but understandably, your mind wanders to their pursuer. What kind of person signs up for this gig and then chooses to stick with it for so long?

Reviews have called out Troll Hunter for its lack of character development. In regard to Thomas and his fellow documentarians, that criticism is valid, but bear in mind, they aren’t the focus of the story, either. Meanwhile, Hans is a well-crafted character. At least better than first realized. Before he was introduced, Hans had already grown tired of the troll grind. Fed up with that low compensation for his services, resentful of the bureaucracy, and wanting to expose his employer on a large scale, Hans’ discontent is glaring.

Then there are those finer details about the Troll Hunter, such as that indifference to both the natural splendor of his everyday surroundings and the affections of an obviously smitten colleague, that also suggest some level of despondency. So it is fair to say this movie doesn’t feature any sizable growth for its characters; however, the namesake isn’t underwritten. No doubt, putting a real-life character like Otto Jespersen in that role is partly why Hans is so fascinating—maybe even relatable.

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Otto Jespersen as Hans the Troll Hunter.

There is always a small risk whenever using the termmockumentaryto describe a found-footage movie, as the word could imply humor where there is none. In the case of Troll Hunter, the term’s usage is appropriate. Some folks have claimed the English-dubbed version has the more comedic tone, however, the Norwegian cut isn’t exactly humorless. Apart from the trolls’ absurd appearances, this is a movie where the characters nearly choke on the monsters’ farts, and Christians are like walking targets. Hans’ complete apathy towards everything is another cause of laughter. Overall, the comedy is intentionally dry and inconsistent. Unfunny, though? Absolutely not.

In a movie where endemic creatures are maltreated, as well as disavowed from living freely and peacefully, it’s hard not to notice the ecological message buried beneath the story. In addition to that is the unmistakable political satire. There is this whole business about intrusive and unsightly power lines—like trolls, they’re big blemishes on the land—that leads to what is perhaps the movie’s funniest moment. The scene in question is that one where certain electric lines, the ones secretly being used to keep the trolls at bay, go in a loop and don’t actually send power to any residents. Yet the monitors of said lines don’t find this at all weird. So it stands to reason that Øvredal was having a go at those who accept the government’s doings without question.

Looking past the fact that trolls aren’t actually real, this movie is an enlightening source of information. And not just for international audiences; Norwegians, too, get schooled about their homeland’s own mythology. It’s also evident from everything on screen that Øvredal and his crew were enthusiastic about the topic. The creature designs are the most indicative of that zeal; those imaginative yet myth-accurate manifestations are equally amusing and grotesque. One second you’re laughing at their phallic noses, the next you’re white-knuckling during a hairy sequence. Most surprisingly is how well the trolls’ visual effects hold up after fifteen years. It’s not all spotless, but on the whole, they remain impressive.

Vouching for a mockumentary about trolls isn’t easy, but those who do come around and give it a shot will more than likely be grateful for the recommendation. For Troll Hunter is a real find in that vast and varied genre we callfound footage.

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A bridge troll reaches up for food and finds Hans decked out in armor.

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