.Oh yes, on this holy day of Easter Sunday, I'm going to make a little comparison between a gory horror classic and a band whose only contribution to music being inclusion in the PMRC's Filthy Fifteen--just kidding metalheads. Last night was one of those evenings, something we've all experienced, you pop a flick in as a halfhearted appetizer and soon get sucked into a feast. Then afterward you're terminally nodding off, despite originally intending on a double feature. My 3,872nd viewing of Raimi's The Evil Dead was the poison this time. That's an exaggeration, but this '80s classic is one I gotta watch every once and awhile since, you know, I'm one of those uncultured modern horror bastards who chooses to usually wallow in post-Texas Chain Saw trash.
I pushed in Anchor Bay's "The Limited Edition" VHS edition seen here in an earlier BoGD entry. I found another copy yesterday and figured on a spot check that soon resulted in my ass on the couch for eighty-five minutes. The edition pictured is the crappy yet kinda rare Congress Video EP-speed VHS from 1989. As I said last February, The Evil Dead just doesn't feel nearly thirty-years-old. This rite of passage has so much ballsy bravado both in execution and its inspired, greasy oatmeal make-up effects that it seems almost disembodied from its early '80s period of creation. Raimi keeps slyly isolating characters like Scotty approaching and investigating the cabin, Cheryl's forced pencil etching and woodland penetration, and finally the climax of Ash all alone against his demonic buddies. There's even a sense of this individual attention within certain scenes, like Linda's ankle getting intimate with a writing utensil. This isolation really works in ratcheting tension and in tandem with the overall build of each friend around Ash kicking the Satanic can. It's a film that seemed to have a collision course with history, almost as if Raimi and company hadn't, somewhere along the line someone else would. Let's just be thankful...
Which leads to the Black Sabbath connection/question. One muse often tossed around about these metal pioneers is that the original incarnation essentially gave birth to all the riffage templates of the subgenre with everything to come after modifying the basic formula. This kept running thorough my mind last night. Especially concerning the flood of DTV horror with the invent of cheap digital, how strong is The Evil Dead's influence today? Or does the influence border on parody nowadays? Or is this classic more regulated to a "phase of viewership" within the horror community and really doesn't have much "singular" influence on the genre's DIY product and filmmakers?