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Is Julie James the Worst Final Girl in Horror History?

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On Independence Day, many Americans host barbecues or watch fireworks. I watch I Know What You Did Last Summer, the much-maligned Kevin Williamson-penned slasher film that tried to cash in on the success of Scream (which was also written by Kevin Williamson) in 1997. I’ve made my love for I Know What You Did Last Summer known in the past, and it always bums me out to see so much hate for it. There has been so much backlash against the film online, especially on this website, and most of it I don’t agree with. Is it a perfect movie? No. But it’s nowhere near as bad as everyone says it is. As a matter of fact, it’s not even bad.

Most of the film’s flaws are forgivable. I can look past the hefty amount of suspension of disbelief required when the killer is able to move a body and dozens of crabs out of a car trunk in a matter of minutes without anyone seeing him. Hell, I can even overlook the fact that he is able to display 8″x12″ prints from pictures he took that very same morning. Those are minor quibbles in an otherwise solid slasher. Unfortunately, during my annual rewatch this year, I realized one thing about the film that simply doesn’t work, but before I get to that let me explain why I love I Know What You Did Last Summer, which turns 20(!) in October.

I have seen I Know What You Did Last Summer at least 50 times. I was eight years old when it was released and I wasn’t allowed to watch it because it was rated R, so I would watch the trailer over and over on my VHS copy of Anaconda (Other trailers on that VHS? The Fifth Element, Starship Troopers, The Mask of Zorro and Masterminds). Side note: the trailer for the film is great and you should watch it, especially if you like Kula Shaker. Anyway, a few years later TNT started showing I Know What You Did Last Summer once or twice a month and I recorded it on a blank VHS, eventually wearing it out because I was watching it twice a week (along with a TBS showing of Deep Blue Sea that I had also recorded). This movie was a big part of my pre-teen years and I can’t really explain why I gravitated toward it the way I did, but I just did.

The Alamo Drafthouse (aka the best movie theater in the world) has a Signature Series called Terror Tuesday in which they show a different horror movie every week at 10pm. Joseph Ziemba, the programmer of that series, clearly understands the greatness of I Know What You Did Last Summer, as he selected it to be The Terror Tuesday screening on July 4th of this year. Since I was never able to see I Know What You Did Last Summer in a theater, I jumped at the chance to attend this screening.

***SPOILERS for a 20-year-old film below***

Have you ever noticed that you catch more things in movies that you may not have noticed before when you see them in a theater? I suppose it’s because your attention can’t be diverted like it can at home. So on what was probably my 51st or so viewing of the film I noticed something that I had never noticed before: Julie James is a terrible Final Girl. In fact, she gives Pam from Friday the 13th: A New Beginning and Laurie Strode in Rob Zombie’s Halloween II a run for their money as the worst final girl ever. It took just one scene for me to come to this realization:

This is a minute-long scene in a 101-minute movie but it impacts the film in a big way. It shows just how much of a better character Helen (Sarah Michelle Gellar, flawless) is than Julie (Jennifer Love Hewitt). Helen is a character who, at this point in the film, has lost everything (her career, her friends, her future) and hides her torment behind a facade. This is the one moment in the film where she lets her wall down and opens up to her former best friend. Rather than reciprocate, Julie just shuts her down, seemingly closing out her best friend forever. It’s a real dick move and loses any sympathy viewers may have had for Julie up until that point.

Throughout the duration of I Know What You Did Last Summer, Julie is either pouting or whining or screaming. Her behavior is understandable in the beginning. She was forced into a pact of secrecy after her and her friends disposed of a body. She then spent her freshman year of college in a severe depression which impacted her social life and her grades. She cut off ties with everyone from her hometown, including her own mother. It’s an understandable reaction after such a traumatic event. However, her stubbornness to reconnect with her friends, or at least Helen, makes her unlikable to viewers and therefore an unsuccessful Final Girl.

The Final Girl, a coin termed by Carol Clover in her 1992 book Men, Women, and Chainsaws: Gender in the Modern Horror Film, should exhibit the following characteristics:

  • She is typically sexually unavailable or virginal.
  • She does not partake in drugs or other illegal activities.
  • She will occasionally have a shared history with the killer.
  • She is the “investigating consciousness” of the film, moving the narrative forward and, as such, she exhibits intelligence, curiosity, and vigilance.

Nowhere in Clover’s definition of a Final Girl does she say the Final Girl has to be likable, but that is usually a trait inherent of the title. Other than being virginal (she has sex with her boyfriend on the beach before they mow down Ben Willis), Julie epitomizes the Final Girl trope. Julie doesn’t do anything downright despicable in I Know What You Did Lat Summer, and screenwriter Kevin Williamson positions her as the obvious Final Girl in the first act when she is the only one of the main characters to object to disposing of Ben’s body. That is at least relatable, but once the film flashes forward a year she becomes the worst character in the film. She’s rude to her mother and she’s rude to her ex-boyfriend Ray (Freddie Prinze Jr.), but the final straw comes after the above conversation with Helen. By that point, all of the audience’s sympathy has moved over to Helen, which is why her epic chase scene is so effective. By the time she dies, you’re just left with Julie and Ray, arguably the two least interesting characters in the film. Does anyone particularly care if Julie makes it off of that boat alive? Not particularly.

That last statement is a bit of a stretch but brings me to my next point: Julie is absolutely helpless during the climactic boat scene.

Julie doesn’t do anything to help herself here. Rather than fight back, she runs the entire time, relying on her ex-boyfriend to save the day. It’s a bit anticlimactic that Julie isn’t the one to defeat Ben Willis (yet, as she will get her turn in the sequel). Robbing her of this victory and making her passive during the final battle also robs the audience of the chance to share in Julie’s catharsis. As a Final Girl, Julie is underwhelming, to say the least.

Is Julie James the worst Final Girl in horror history? Probably not. To make that statement I would have to have seen every horror movie ever made. And I do think that Pam from Friday the 13th: A New Beginning and Laurie in Zombie’s Halloween II are worse than her, but I finally understand why so many viewers loathe Julie James. It’s even worse when the character who should have lived (Helen) dies so early on. Helen is a much deeper and likable character. Julie is boring and useless. This is of course through no fault of Hewitt. The character is simply written that way. It’s not a bad thing that we care for Helen. On the contrary, it’s actually great and makes the film that much more effective. It just would have been better if Williamson had put as much effort into fleshing out Julie as he did with Helen.

What are your thoughts on the matter? Do you sympathize with Julie? Or do you find yourself wishing that Helen was the Final Girl instead? Let us 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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Neon-Soaked Cult Classic ‘Vamp’ Starring Grace Jones Still Has Bite 40 Years Later

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Grace Jones and Dedee Pfeiffer in Vamp

College kids, strippers and vampires—those were Donald P. Borchers’ only requirements when he approached Richard Wenk about writing and directing a movie for New World Pictures. As requested, Wenk cooked up Vamp (1986), a tailor-made blend of the decade’s teen movie craze as well as its horror boom.

Grim and earnest stories were still very much a part of the ’80s horror landscape, yet Vamp is something of a comedy. One difference between it and, say, Saturday the 14th, though, is the former avoids using schtick. Wenk’s movie proves that horror comedies also don’t have to subtract thrills from their recipes. Of course, it takes a minute before reaching that point; college antics and culture shocks preface this one macabre misadventure.

Vamp‘s initial setup is apt for a typical college-set, sex-driven comedy; to bribe their way into a fraternity house, two pledges (Chris Makepeace, Robert Rusler) go looking for some adult entertainment. Without wasting time on any further exposition, the characters embark on an all-in-one-night trip that quickly detours into terror.

To procure their elusive MacGuffin—a stripper willing to gyrate for some frat boys—Keith (Makepeace) and AJ (Rusler), plus a third wheel named Duncan (Gedee Watanabe), trade the safety of their remote college campus for the seediness of some unnamed city. The setting is recognizably L.A. by day, but as soon as night falls, downtown, along with the characters, slips into a kind of surreal universe. Director of photography Elliot Davis gave this early entry on his prolific résumé an unusual yet distinctive look; that Mario Bava-esque, magenta-green lighting is omnipresent, so much so that it’s almost its own character. 

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Chris Makepeace and Robert Rusler in Vamp

The faint comparisons to Martin Scorsese’s After Hours are merited, although not just because of Vamp’s distinguishing nighttime aesthetic. Save for the primary characters, the supporting roles in Wenk’s movie are also quite colorful and transactional in their behavior. The difference here, though, is the additional urge to ruin Keith and his friends at every turn. Some of that harm is humorous and tolerable enough, whereas the moment Vamp dishes out its first fatality, it’s abundantly clear how this movie qualifies as horror.

Vamp falls into that category of horror movie that reveals its genre with a scream rather than a series of whispers. The opening scene can function as a hint of what lies ahead—things are not at all what they appear to be—but otherwise, Wenk is more than happy to hold off on the horror. When that time does come, though, it catches the viewer off guard. In addition to the pure shock value is that sudden decision to upend the movie’s foremost feature. Or so it would seem.

If afraid of major spoilage, those new to Vamp would be wise to stop reading here. There’s just no skirting around the fact that the central fellowship in this buddy movie hits a serious snag when AJ is killed. That development causes the story to become more of a “long, bad night” journey for Keith and his romantic interest. So while Wenk scores points for subverting expectations, there is also a touch of sadness in his decision. Because if Vamp does anything well, it’s making the characters likable.

Something that comes easily to Vamp—and other teen horror movies from this same era—is its ability to invent young characters worth caring about, or at the very least, are interesting and not so immediately off-putting. More impressive is how Wenk did all this without actually fleshing out those characters. Still and all, Keith and his kind are a grade above cookie-cutter, and in some cases, aren’t completely devoid of growth.

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Grace Jones in Vamp

Vamp appeals with an assorted cast of characters. No two are the same, nor are they operating on the same wavelength. The cinematically extroverted AJ, whose actor conveyed charm and vulnerability in near equal amounts, comes alive when he’s at his most undead. Makepeace then makes the chronically cautious Keith a sympathetic fellow, even as he’s more and more affected by the night’s bizarre events. Meanwhile, Duncan is indeed the designated loser of the whole bunch, but Watanabe still manages to humanize him. As a bonus, the role didn’t require him to pull a Long Duk Dong.

As for Dedee Pfeiffer, she is plain adorable as the mysterious After Dark server nicknamed “Amaretto”. She spends all night fixing her dress strap while at the same time trying to get Keith to remember how he knows her. As their offbeat romance grows, it becomes another highlight of this movie. Whether or not Pfeiffer’s character is really a vampire also creates some welcome tension in the story.

Like a lot of its contemporaries, Vamp went on to become a bit of a cult classic. That current status is determined by several factors, but without a doubt, the casting of Grace Jones is the most considerable. The image of her writhing on that unique-looking chair, a Keith Haring original, springs to mind whenever this movie is brought up.

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Chris Makepeace, Billy Drago and Paunita Nichols in Vamp

Prior to that first display of unequivocal horror, local vampire queen Katrina (Jones) took to the stage and delivered a strip show like no other. One would expect nothing less from that renowned model and performance artist. By now reports of Jones’ tardiness on set are no secret, yet it’s also hard to deny her commitment to the part of Katrina. It was, in fact, Jones who took charge of her character’s appearance—on top of Haring painting her body and that now-iconic chair, she had Andy Warhol handle her costuming. And not too many actors could seize a room’s attention without saying a single line of dialogue.

In 2022, Vamp received a retrospective novelization from Encyclopocalypse. This literary union of preexisting source material—Wenk’s original screenplay—and new ideas from author Christian Francis amounts to a more comprehensive visit to the After Dark Club. The basic story there is no different than what’s shown on screen; however, Francis gets creative with the characters’ origins and designs, and he enhances a number of key scenes.

The novelization expands on the urban and social decay of the main setting, and supplies a background for the After Dark Club. Sandy Baron’s character, Katrina’s emcee and familiar, is given ample motivation for sticking around; up until the fiery end, he is loyal to his friend and former business partnerSqueak, who looks like he wasfed through a combine harvester, and left as nothing more than a heap of mangled remains. Then there is Billy Drago’s character Snow, the leader of a street gang called The Dragons. His reason for menacing Keith and AJ is more altruistic than in the movie; he and his peers act tough to scare off any potential food for the vampires. 

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Lisa Lyon in Vamp

If not for all the backstories, Francis’ Vamp would be a hell of a lot shorter. Instead, this tie-in read dives into how AJ met Keith—the orphaned Anthony Joseph hailed from a broken home back in Brooklyn—and how their friendship flourished over the years. Keith’s archership is no longer just an assumed part of his entire being; it’s a confidence-building extracurricular for a boy who got picked on before coming into the protection of the new kid in town. These supplemental, in-depth looks at the protagonists, plus their close connection, are maybe unnecessary. The movie already did a fair and concise job of addressing their platonic intimacy without the need for flashbacks and insights, specifically in that scene where AJ lays it all out as he sacrifices himself.

Where the novelization gets off course is its approach to the minor characters. Intermittently backstorying the likes of Katrina’s indentured servants, Seko (Leila Hee Olsen) and Vlad (Brad Logan), ends up disturbing the flow of the writing. Was it absolutely essential that readers know Vlad was the Grand Duke of the House of Romanov, or how Snow’s accomplice Maven (Paunita Nichols) became so dentally challenged? No, not really. However, one’s mileage with these random biographies may vary.

The novelization is a more substantial experience, but for a movie like Vamp, less is more. And as plentiful as they are, it never simply coasts on its campy charms, either. The character work sits comfortably in that realm between cursory and meticulous, the script is sharper than first realized, and Greg Cannom’s vampire makeup is straightforward yet effective. Most of all, the movie didn’t squander its out-of-the-box concept. Richard Wenk made his vision of acomic nightmare in which just about anything that can go wrong doescome true, and it is very enjoyable.

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