Anyhoo, my best friend at the time and I were running around out in the dark with the front porch light on full blast. I don't remember what we were doing. It was probably stupid. My friend, Bill, really wanted to go in the house and check out the movies. I was scared to. Not because I didn't like horror films. I mean, I was still somewhat apprehensive about them at the time, but no rookie. I feared the gore that these two movies were legendary for. But Bill finally talked me into going in. And I was able to handle it! Why?
Because it didn't look real.
As good as Tom Savini is at what he does, the shit just wasn't convincing enough yet to make me do what I was afraid I was going to do. Vomit. I felt brave and empowered by the lack of true realism at this point (let's be honest, Tom hadn't done Day of the Dead yet. That shite would get to anyone.) and sat through Part II quite reasonably.
Yeah, I watched through fingers, I wasn't that hardcore yet.
But these memories of Lichter Road horror are incredibly vivid in my mind. I know Bill enjoyed it, as there is no way his parents would let him watch the shit, and I took a major step forward in being able to enjoy a good horror film going into the future.
Nothing like a balmy Wisconsin August evening, your sisters stopping by with a crew of friends to watch the newest trend in filmdom, the slasher, your best friend crashing at your place, and just beginning to hit that point where you will be counting the last remaining days of summer before heading back to school.
All thanks to Spectrum, folks, the film school of my childhood.
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