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And as the slasher fan of taste and discretion* knows, the Canadian slasher is a different animal than its American counterpart. Not structurally, not like the Italian gialli, which are really an altogether different genre. Without being different in any obvious functional way, Canadian psycho killer pictures are somehow less crass and stupid; even at their worst, they demonstrate a level of commitment from the filmmakers involved that bears no resemblance to the shockingly rancid depths to which the American slasher could and very frequently did sink

Antagony & Ecstasy: YEAR OF BLOOD: THE MERRY PRANKSTERS

I need to watch more Canadian slashers to see if this is true.

081 Days ‘til Halloween: Happy Birthday To Me (1981) trailer.

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It’s no surprise that the 2005 remake cut this scene out. In the golden era, films went for the throat and then worked their way down. Part of the strategy was to tap into potent fears about random urban crime, war, the Manson killings, and the other topical concerns. We have our own phobias today, and if anything they’re even more deeply felt in an era when criminals and terrorists are only as far away as the nearest cable news channel, but the horror genre hasn’t caught up with the times. Why hasn’t a movie made us as petrified of the Internet as Jaws did of the ocean? Where is the great horror movie about Sept. 11? Is that in bad taste? Perhaps. But audiences don’t see horror movies for moral improvement. They go to be scared out of their wits.
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