There once was a time when the word “vampire” conjured up
something entirely different from its modern iteration. A lot of younger readers won’t understand
this, but yes, at one point in time vampires were actually quite horrific.
When vampires speak—if they speak—they ought not to have very good
personalities. What I mean to say, is,
the function of speech should be perfunctory at most, and serve as a desperate
means to an end to get blood, and nothing else, because that is what makes them terrifying.
And that is what has been lost for so long that people forget that
vampires were once considered—for most, for many years, in fact—the ne plus ultra of the horror
monster. The alpha-evil. They aren’t anymore, not even remotely. That vein collapsed long ago.
You can blame this on any number of factors and influences,
but it really all boils down to money.
When vampires became big business in the 80’s (with the popularity of
Anne Rice’s books) and again with the more recent “Twilight” series, their
popularity had a built-in watering down effect, as it were. There is no way
either author would’ve enjoyed so much success without changing things up and
appealing to a cross-over audience (that wouldn’t normally gravitate towards
horror), and in that sense their popularity served to homogenize the entire
subgenre, to make it all that much more palatable, and, in turn, unrecognizable. And so they have ceased to be truly
frightening for many years. Prior to 1980,
there were a good many blood-chilling takes on the vampire legend in movies, television, and books. Beyond that point, I can recall very few (beyond the printed page), and even those are debatable.
Okay, I'll give FRIGHT NIGHT (1985), and Evil Ed (Stephen Geoffreys), a pass. |
And so I submit to you a new benchmark, so to speak—which
also happens to be the old benchmark—SALEM ’S LOT , the CBS
miniseries directed by Tobe Hooper (director of the original TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE), based on the 1975 novel by Stephen
King. If horror fans are ever going to
reclaim vampires, to resurrect them from a most ignominious fate, we should
start by taking a good look at the last time somebody got it right. And so let me take a moment and pay my regards to the true face of horror—the vampire.
It doesn’t take great intelligence or dazzling special
effects (or blood-soaked gore) to emphatically scare people, but rather a simple, rigid set of principles and a keen understanding of
horror itself. Horror is all about the
fear of the unknown. When you get too
chummy with your monsters, they cease to be frightening (something viewers of THE WALKING DEAD are all too aware of).
Ralphie Glick (Ronnie Scribner) pays back older brother, Danny (Brad Savage), for all those atomic wedgies. |
But get down, it does...
The story involves a small town in Maine, the recent arrival of a writer (David Soul) working on a book about the infamous Marsten house, which just so happens to coincide with another arrival—that
of the house’s new owner, the inscrutable Mr. Straker (James Mason), who is
opening an antique shop in town with an as-yet unseen partner, a Mr. Barlow. I won't get too bogged down into typical plot summary territory on this one, because it is beside the point.
Amid the
newcomers, freshly delivered from Europe , is a
vampire. Now, this vampire—which we
rarely see and never utters a word throughout—carries with it the absolute
essence of evil. It doesn’t harbor
romantic notions or feelings of persecution—or any feelings, for that
matter. It simply must feed, and in the
small town of Salem ’s Lot
it has found, for the time being, an ideal hideaway and hunting ground.
And one
by one the townsfolk begin to succumb, vanishing or appearing to die
outright, a scourge aided by the bafflement of the local doctor, who chalks up more than one of these mysterious deaths to pernicious anemia (and a couple of others to
heart attack). By the time anyone begins
to suspect something foul or evil afoot, it’s all but too late.
Too
late, because these people aren’t really dead; at least, not in any traditional sense. And with nightfall and the uneasy
sleep of the grief-stricken comes a gentle scratching or tap-tap-tapping at the
window…across from your bedside.
And
what might at first appear to be your dearly departed loved one can, upon closer inspection, cause your skin to crawl and set your heart to racing.
Mark Petrie (Lance Kerwin), monster kid extraordinaire and one of the enlightened few in Salem's Lot |
"Mark...open the window." |
thank you. i really loved the book 'salem's lot which had MANY elements of peyton place crossed with the supernatural. in fact of all of the king novels i read back in the 80's it is my second favorite, behind only the shining. i also really loved the mini-series which retained many of the small town elements/peyton place qualities of the novel. maybe it is merely nostalgia for a bygone era, but 'salem's lot is actually one of my very favorite mini-series ever. a LOT of it probably has to do with the small town aspects of the story. living in a small town and going to college in another small town provided me with many points of reference to the story. in fact there was even an old home on campus which had been transferred into college offices, but had retained it's original facade that my group called the old marsten house. steer clean of the movie version which guts the mini-series down to just a little over an hour and a half in running time.
ReplyDeleteThank you, John! I have a lot of fondness for this one too, going all the way back to age 5 or 6 (needless to say, it scared the bejabbers out of me!).
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