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Celebrate the New Year With ‘Terror Train’!

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Terror Train

Happy New Year everyone! I hope all of you have a fantastic holiday and are ready to dive right in to 2015! I’ve been pretty sick all week so I’ve just been watching some horror classics, rather than out partying with the cool kids. This year I thought I would revisit (and pseudo review) an old classic that just happens to be set on New Year’s Eve: Terror Train.

For those of you who don’t know, Terror Train is about a group of fraternity and sorority students who are stalked on a train one New Year’s Eve by a masked figure. They quickly figure out that the only people being killed were involved in a prank played on a fellow student three years earlier. The prank involved making Kenny (the aforementioned shy kid) think he was going to hook up with Jamie Lee Curtis’ character, Alana, only to have a fake(?) corpse be in the bed. Kenny then proceeds to freak out and spin around in circles on the bed before the screen cuts to black.

It’s a pretty simple plot, and the characters would be completely indistinguishable if they weren’t wearing costumes (other than Jamie Lee Curtis and David Copperfield). Most of the male characters are unlikable and all of the females (sans Curtis) come across as bimbos. Terror Train does use the costumes in a pretty cool way in that the killer dons the costume of each of his subsequent victims after he murders them.

It’s been a few years since I’ve watched Terror Train but I completely forgot about how much the first hour is a bit of a snooze. If I’m being completely honest, I’m not the biggest fan of Terror Train. I think it’s alright, but I think since I saw it after all of the classics (Halloween, Friday the 13th, A Nightmare on Elm Street, etc.) it just wasn’t as interesting to me. Most of the film consists of watching a college party that you can’t be a part of. Sure there is some drama like Curtis’ beef with resident douchebag Doc, but other than that there’s really not much going on here. I found myself frequently pressing the display button on my remote to see how much time had passed.

The mystery itself isn’t all that engaging either, since we pretty much know from the beginning that it’s Kenny who is murdering everyone. Upon re-watching it this week, I realized how much the last 30 minutes completely redeem everything that came before it. The climax of the film is spectacular. Jamie Lee Curtis’ chase scene through the train is incredibly suspenseful and when she locks herself in the cage (forgive me for not knowing the exact term for this location in a train car) it’s pretty intense.

The absolute best part comes from the reveal that Kenny had disguised himself as the magician’s assistant for the entire film, and was occasionally sneaking off to kill the pranksters in the group. It’s a reveal that come completely out of left field. I wouldn’t be surprised if this twist had inspired the writers of Sleepaway Camp, although they took it a bit further. I admit to being surprised, because it had been so long since I had seen the film. I remember Kenny being the murderer, but that magician’s assistant bit took me completely off guard. It’s hilarious. Then of course you have Kenny’s ridiculous spinning come back into play:

Overall, I’d say Terror Train is a decent entry into the slasher genre, though I can certainly see why Curtis wanted to get out of the genre at this point in her career. It’s certainly not as good as Halloween and The Fog. I do think it’s better than Prom Nightbut that’s debatable. You can’t deny they went all out for than ending though.

So yeah, that was how I spent my New Year’s! Did you do something more exciting than I did? Or maybe you like to watch horror movies on New Year’s to celebrate as well. Let me know in the comments below!

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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Steven Spielberg Just Directed the Scariest Scene of His Career in ‘Disclosure Day’

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Colin Firth in DISCLOSURE DAY, directed by Steven Spielberg.

Steven Spielberg has always been conversant in the cinematic language of the horror genre, despite relatively few credits in the genre. His contributions as a writer and producer on things like Poltergeist are legendary, and films like Duel and Jaws certainly wield the horror genre in remarkable, often chilling ways. He may not be a horror filmmaker, but he knows when he needs to scare us, and he has the tools to make that happen. 

I didn’t go into Disclosure Day, Spielberg’s alien epic, expecting outright horror, and indeed the film leans much more into thrilling than frightening. This is not a horror film, but for a few minutes in the middle, much to my surprise, it became one.

Spielberg has filmed more than his fair share of scary scenes over the years, but with Disclosure Day, he directed a new contender for the scariest scene of his entire career. 

SPOILERS AHEAD for Disclosure Day!

Josh O’Connor in DISCLOSURE DAY, directed by Steven Spielberg.

Among the various alien secrets laced throughout Disclosure Day are a trio of palm-sized rods, the color of pencil graphite. These rods, originating from another planet, can be used for a number of things, but for the purposes of this scene, the most important is “diving,” gripping the rod in one bare hand and using its power to “dive” into the mind of another person. 

The person holding the rod in this scene is Noah Scanlon (Colin Firth), head of shadowy cybersecurity firm Wordex, who is hellbent on keeping human knowledge of extraterrestrials secret from the general public. Scanlon’s trying to find whistleblower Daniel Kellner (Josh O’Connor), who’s got all of those alien secrets tucked in a backpack while he’s on the run, and while Daniel’s more experienced mind is protected from diving, his girlfriend Jane’s (Eve Hewson) is not. So, monitored by medical personnel at Wordex headquarters (diving is dangerous), Scanlon pushes his way into Jane’s mind to find the location of Daniel’s safe house. 

A telepathic invasion is scary enough on its own, but Spielberg doesn’t stop there. When Scanlon dives into Eve’s mind, he appears to her to be sitting across the kitchen table, like he’s in the room. Her bright blue eyes turn Scanlon’s dark brown, and she loses much of her control over her own body, not to mention her mind. Moments before, Daniel finally shared with her the secrets in his backpack, so Jane is shocked, conflicted, deeply vulnerable when Scanlon slips inside her head. This is not just telepathy. This is possession. 

Spielberg underscores this not just through the visual language of the scene, as Jane breaks out in a sweat and struggles to sit upright as Scanlon invades her mind, but through Jane’s background. As she revealed to Daniel earlier in the film, Jane is a former novitiate nun who left her convent when she began to question her calling. She still believes firmly in God and, more importantly, believes that perhaps proof of alien life should be kept secret from the public because, in her eyes, it would upset the entire balance of faith in the world. God is a defining factor for humankind, Jane argues, and showing humanity proof of creatures from the stars would undercut that in dangerous ways. 

This context, combined with the crucifix necklace Jane’s holding in her hand at the time of the dive, makes this scene the closest thing Spielberg will ever shoot to something out of The Exorcist. It’s not just a battle of wills, but a battle of faith. As an amoral technocrat worms his way into her memories, her beliefs, her faith, Jane turns the crucifix into a weapon, squeezing it until her hand bleeds when she discovers that a pain response can momentarily push Scanlon out of her head.

Of course, when you put a crucifix and a bloody hand together, it conjures images of stigmata. Screenwriter David Koepp pushes the allusion further by having Scanlon quote Christ on the cross to Jane by way of convincing her that she must be the one to stop Daniel by any means necessary.

It’s easy to see why this is scary, right?

On a very basic level, you have a powerful, wealthy man subduing and assaulting an innocent young woman, which is frightening enough. Then, the layers of the scene kick in. Scanlon doesn’t just assault Jane, but possesses her, seizes her memories, her knowledge, and finally her own free will, all while Jane literally clings to her faith in an effort to fight back. Disclosure Day is, among other things, a story about who has a right to the truth, and Scanlon believes that he should be the arbiter of that truth. Not just the truth as he sees it, but the truth as Jane sees it as well. If they don’t see eye to eye, he’ll make her. 

But the possession, as it turns out, cuts both ways. Using the rod to dive is, for a normal human being, an intensely strenuous process. Scanlon admits that previous attempts almost killed him, and for some members of his time, so much as touching the rod results in a near-death experience. Even accessing an unprepared mind like Jane’s takes a lot of Scanlon, and when she kicks him out by squeezing the crucifix – again, so much meaning embedded in the details here – his team holds him back and tries to offer medical intervention. But Scanlon persists, pushing them away, and keeps diving back in.

This means that Jane can’t escape him because he just won’t stop pushing back through her defenses, but it also means that each time Scanlon enters her mind, and thus the safe house, he looks more monstrous. By the end, through a combination of lighting and makeup, Firth barely looks human, conjuring up images of the possessed Father Karras at the end of The Exorcist.

Colin Firth (center, standing) in DISCLOSURE DAY, directed by Steven Spielberg.

On a pure, visceral craft level, all of this is quite frightening, but the real trick to making this scene into Spielberg’s most terrifying lies in the more existential horror surrounding all of this. Disclosure Day is a film about the battle for the truth over extraterrestrials, but it’s also about a fight against an impossibly powerful surveillance state, the devaluing of human and alien lives in favor of some nebulous collection of assets, and the value of the individual in a world that increasingly lumps people into demographic boxes and writes them off.

In this scene, the surveillance state becomes supernatural, a human life is worth less than a piece of information, and an extragovernmental technocrat would rather sacrifice his own humanity than see reason. In 2026, few things could be more terrifying than that. Spielberg knows this and wields it mightily, proving once again that, while he’s not a strictly horror filmmaker, he can direct horror with the best of them.

Disclosure Day is in theaters now. 

Eve Hewson (second from left) in DISCLOSURE DAY, directed by Steven Spielberg.

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