I always had a soft spot for John Carpenter. As a kid, he was the first director whose name meant something to me. Seeing his name flash across the screen for the commercials for The Fog when I was a child left an impression that I’m still trying to shake off today. More than any other director, Carpenter appeared to be making movies just for me. Halloween and The Fog were there when I was first discovering horror movies. Escape from New York, The Thing and Starman arrived when I was exploring other genres. When I discovered Stephen King, Christine arrived at the video store. When I stumbled on martial arts movies, he gave me Big Trouble in Little China. When I became interested in science, Carpenter churned out the underrated Prince of Darkness (a pessimistic and claustrophobic End of Days story offset by the optimism of quantum physics). And when I started to question authority, along came They Live (a movie remembered more for its excess than its restraint). Looking at Carpenter’s work from The Fog (1980) to They Live (1988), not only is it an impressive resume, but it is a body of work that perfectly reflects the paranoia, glut and cynicism that was the Eighties.

Sadly, the Nineties would not be a good time for Carpenter, and this, like many of us, is when I started to lose interest in his work. Memoirs of an Invisible Man, while inventive at times, is painful and never quite understands what kind of movie it wants to be; all of this is made worse by the fact that many scenes practically scream studio intervention.

So when I saw the trailer for 1995’s In the Mouth of Madness, I tried not to get my hopes too high. The good news was the movie ended up being pretty good, and the bad news was that it would be Carpenter’s last good movie. (more…)

I’ve only met Matt once in my life. It was four years ago at a bar in Florida. Though I’m not legally allowed to discuss the details of that ill-fated evening, I can disclose that there was a lot of beer, awkward silences and a giraffe (that poor creature never had a chance). I must have made quite an impression on him, however, as Matt has asked me to write a column here at Where the Long Tail Ends.

Though this is my third contribution, I suppose now is as good as any time to explain what TOO SOON will be about. For those of you who’ve asked what the title means, I really can’t say; it just amuses me for some reason, and it’s vague enough of a title to represent a column that will inevitably be many things.

As of now, TOO SOON will focus on my re-watching horror movies I haven’t seen in years to see if they still hold up (like Alone in the Dark), as well as watching movies I’ve always wanted to see but never got around to (such as Blast of Silence). Plus, since my love of movies is often eclipsed by my love of books, I’d like to go through my library and share not only what I feel the best books are, but the books that altered my DNA and completely changed who I was as a person – you know, those books. In fact, I’m finishing up a piece on Mark Z. Danielewski’s House of Leaves to get us started. (more…)