Watching Halloween for October fright-fest. This is notes toward a movie analysis, so it contains spoilers, for several slasher flicks.
It all just came together for me. I was puzzling all through the movie (once again)—why all the Freudian pathologized superego stuff in all these killers—Michael Meyers, Jason Voorhees etc? Why the weird blending of mother and son in the first 2 Friday the 13ths?
I started thinking I should look into the production history of Halloween, maybe it was based on a particular serial killer with such a pathology?
And suddenly it hit me. Of course—it's Norman Bates! Pathologized superego and blending of mother and son into a serial killer. He kills apparently whenever he encounters a woman that stirs him sexually, because he's absorbed his insane mother (who somewhat resembles Carrie's mom come to think of it, in her over-the-top religious zealotry) and her face and voice become the form of the pathologized superego. It grips him, it possesses him. He feels such intense guilt every time he gets sexually aroused, his dead mother awakens in his psyche and puts on the superego, wears it like a skinsuit. He puts on her wig and her dress and ritually resurrects her through himself—she lives through him, possessing him and making him kill. He projects his intense sexual guilt onto the innocent woman who stirred his lust, and then he must kill her to rid himself of that guilt. And of course it only buries it temporarily, until he sees another woman that stirs him, and then his superego/devouring mother rises in him once more.
THAT is the origin of the slasher flicks of the 80s and beyond, starting with Halloween.
The real brilliance of John Carpenter was to put the viewers in the shoes of Michael Meyers—right behind his mask quite literally, seeing through his eyes, at the very beginning of Halloween when he was a little boy about to kill his sister. Through him we become voyeurs and stalkers. We watch his older sister making out with her boyfriend, and we move around the house to get a better view, standing out in the dark of night looking in the windows one after another. Stalking her, like a sexual predator, but also like a predatory killer. Carpenter merged the two. Actually I suppose all that was already implicit in Psycho, just not as obvious—Carpenter distilled it down, revamped it in new terms for the much more sexually permissive 70's, in the wake of the hippie revolution that did away with our chaste 50's morality and replaced it with a new sexual and moral looseness, an openness that the pathologized superego sees as unacceptable SIN that must be immediately punished. Carrie's mom and Norman Bates' mom both had that Old Testament Biblical intensity, that fire and brimstone vindictiveness when confronted with the slightest hint of licentiousness, the first glimpse of prohibited flesh or of provocative or suggestive behavior. It's all unforgivable sin and must be immediately punished, and the punishment is death. And the killer is become death. And through him to some degree we find ourselves, as viewers, titillated by the scenes of half-dressed women walking around in their houses, about to engage in sex, or just having done so, and smoking and drinking and giggling and laughing—all behavior unbecoming to the Puritan values (the Puritans were the Salem witch-hunters). And make no mistake, that's about the level of sin-hating you get from Carrie's mom, and Mrs. Bates. And that's the level in the psyche of the various killers—Norman, Michael, Jason, etc. This is why the movies are intense morality plays—as soon as teenagers engage in extramartial sex or even anything approximating it or leading up to it, or even just drinking and drugs (all the stuff that became so normalized in the wake of the Hippie revolution) here comes the killer and it's lights out!
The titillation works on two levels. And this is another facet of Carpenter's brilliance in this deceptively simple movie—the titillation is the trigger that instantly turns the serial killer into a death-stalker, and it also puts bums in seats in the theaters. Dudes know every year there'll be another installment of some serious T&A along with buckets of blood and gore. A winning combination. It was a super low-budget movie—no special effects, all shot on location I believe, no sets built, no special costumes, aside from a rubber Halloween mask. But because of that perfect combination of Freudian/Hitchcockian psychology, sexual titillation, and blood and murder, he hit on the perfect formula that launched countless sequels and copycat franchises that would dominate the box office for the next decade or so.
Exploring the origins and psychology of slasher flicks
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