Madam Speaker, I enter into the Congressional Record an essay published in the New York Times and written by a constituent of mine, Mr. James H. Burns (Jim Burns) of Valley Stream. [Oct. 23, 2009] Watching the Giants, and Ambushed by…
Madam Speaker, I enter into the Congressional Record an essay published in the New York Times and written by a constituent of mine, Mr. James H. Burns (Jim Burns) of Valley Stream.
[Oct. 23, 2009]
Watching the Giants, and Ambushed by Zombies
Columbia Pictures Images from ads for films such as
``Zombieland'' can startle or frighten unwary TV viewers.
Halloween has always been the season when Hollywood
unleashes some of its most suspenseful and supernatural
offerings. When I was a child in the late '60s and early
'70s, the horror slate was a splendid array, ranging from the
relative innocence of monster-ramas to the erotically tinged
creature flicks of Britain's famed Hammer Studios. Somewhere
in between were the less stylish but often enjoyable low-
budget drive-in fare from America's exploitation studios
(almost all of which went out of business years ago) and the
occasional major-studio horror movies often rereleased at
this time of year.
But this mostly imaginative crop devolved to the dime-a-
dozen, cut-'em-up-and-watch-'em-bleed movies, of which
``Friday the 13th'' is perhaps the most famous example.
Although I was one of the earliest group of writers for
Fangoria, the horror-movie magazine, and also acted in a
couple of horror films years ago, my opinion of the genre's
more grotesque examples has changed.
I used to believe that slasher movies--or ``gore-or,'' as I
started calling them in the 1980s--were like a celluloid
roller coaster, a relatively harmless catharsis. But now I
think that the intensity of Hollywood's blood-and-guts
barrage and the ability of such films to desensitize at least
a portion of the audience cannot be denied. And they
certainly should not be advertised on television during what
are supposed to be family viewing hours.
Sometime back, I was stunned to look up from a halftime
snack to see horrifying images from one of the ``Hostel''
movies--rapidly edited for maximum terrifying impact--being
run as a commercial during a 4 p.m. football game.
A few weeks ago, the Giants game included an advertisement
with a zombie child (dressed in her chiffonlike finest, a
pink bow in her hair) being dragged behind a car, and a
bikinied beauty running in a parking lot, her mouth covered
with a darkened ooze. (The spot, an ad for ``Zombieland,''
ended with a ``hero'' threatening an obese ghoul with an
oversized pair of garden shears.)
Last Sunday about 2 p.m., Giants fans saw possibly even
more disturbing sequences--an apoplectic screamer, a man
having convulsions, and an almost subliminal shot of a
foreboding, wraithlike alien--even though
the movie being advertised, ``The Fourth Kind,'' has been
rated PG-13. Late afternoon also had a particularly creepy
``Criminal Minds'' clip about forced impregnation, with a
chilling baby-doll motif. Comparable commercials have been
shown during early-evening prime-time broadcasts.
This is the week when we're reminded of how much fun can be
derived from a sense of the fantastic, and how deeply the
desire for terrifying thrills is imbued in many film fans.
But the choice of whether to be confronted with these images
should clearly still belong to each person. Innocent
bystanders should not be ambushed by these kinds of
graphically violent, disturbing scenes.