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I'm really sad now.
A great legacy! RIP
I knew you'd be one of the first to comment because I know you're a fan. I think Craven is one of those directors that emerged in the 70s, following Night Of The Living Dead, and changed the game. Along with Cronenberg, Hooper, Carpenter, De Palma they showed that good horror is intelligent and insightful.
I've been reading that biography and buying dvds of all his films that I didn't already have because I'm working on a massive article about him as well. I didn't even know he was ill though :(
I read that he had a bunch of projects on the go. Somehow makes it all the sadder.
called "Wes Craven – The Man and his Nightmares". It's really good.
his wit and charm made his movies stick out a mile above the crowd
RIP big man
when i was a child.
A few days ago I watched The Serpent and the Rainbow for the first time, it's quite different from his most well known films but I enjoyed it. A young Bill Pullman playing the lead. Would recommend.
but hard to take as seriously knowing the couple are ed and norma
They were perfect for their roles in that film.
decent, economical little thriller. Cillian Murphy and Rachel McAdams are both rly good.
My friend (another horror buff / part time journalist / author of two well-received horror novels) wrote a nice post about him, saying that his career was up and down in terms of quality but mainly as he never stopped taking risks in what he put out. which is to be applauded, really.
and is friends-only, so i can't link to it :(
That film's properly pants. Properly, properly pants. I had no idea Wes Craven had anything to do with it, which I imagine is how he wanted it.
He's a huge loss to horror and to cinema in general. Last House on the Left still feels utterly horrible 40 years later and is probably one of the most important films of that period. Craven also seemed to understand the mechanics of horror too and particularly the role of violence in cinema, and never gave Tarantino an easy ride in that respect. Big, big loss.
on a plane
rip though, definitely did some era defining films. mad that a quasi-remake of the Virgin Spring could be so influential
Nightmare was the first film of his that I saw. I remember it being a big deal at school at the time - it was one of those films that you needed to have seen to prove your horror-film cred. When two friends and I finally got round to watching it, we entered it with all the bluster kids normally do - and very soon realized we were totally out of our depth. I remember being completely horrified by the fountain of blood scene and that one of my friends was very nearly physically sick. Such an intense experience and one that has, without any doubt, made me the person I am today. Thank you Wes Craven for helping to engender a lifelong passion.
He read this news story about a guy who was having terrible nightmares and told his parents that something was trying to kill him in his sleep, and was refusing to sleep for days on end. When he finally did fall asleep, the rest of the family woke from a lot of screaming coming from the guy's room and by the time they got to him he was dead. Apparently they found all the sleeping meds they'd been giving him tucked away in a drawer, and a coffee maker hidden in a cupboard
"In the early 1980s, newspapers in Chicago and Los Angeles ran a few brief, forgettable articles about a strange epidemic that had seized the Southeast Asian population. Perfectly sane and healthy young men were complaining about horrific nightmares and refusing to sleep for days on end. Convinced that their dreams were being invaded by a demon, the frightened men became addicted to black coffee and other stimulants in a desperate effort to stay awake. Eventually, their exhausted bodies would inevitably surrender to sleep and relieved family members would carry the young men to bed…only to be summoned hours later by blood curdling screams coming from the victim’s bedroom. The young men would be found thrashing on their beds in the grip of a powerful nightmare and, before they could be awakened, they would suddenly and violently expire. Autopsies turned up nothing. Fear within the Southeast Asian neighborhoods grew and whispers of bangungot began to circulate. It was these articles which caught the attention of a young Wes Craven, inspiring him to write the original Elm Street script and adding in a couple of childhood traumas: a schoolyard bully named Krueger who had terrorized him, and a badly dressed bum who had given him quite a scare one night.