Tobe Hooper has passed away. I feel like there are too many good artists that we’re losing lately, but I also keep reminding myself that we’ve had them for far longer than we’ve gotten others. Instead of feeling sad, I’m going to be happy that I got to be alive at the same time as the man that made The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. And I’m going to cope using humor and some analysis.
By sheer coincidence, I had planned on covering horror for the next few weeks, as we’re getting into fall. This week will see an analysis of sex in 2002’s Cabin Fever. We’ll also recommend Seven, because we’re going to be doing something with it over the next few weeks. It’ll be real, it’ll be great, it’ll be really great.