The very name “Hollow” takes me there.It’s a resonant geonym.Near Franklin, Pennsylvania, my early hometown, runs a route called Deep Hollow Road.For me, with its lush, thick trees and shadowed valley, it always exemplified what the term “Hollow” intended.And of course, there was Sleepy Hollow.Now that my article on various movies based on the Irving story has appeared in Horror Homeroom (it’s free), I’m again thinking about my dance with that particular story.In fact, after I submitted the article I watched yet another version of the tale, Pierre Gang’s 1999 The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.This film on Sci Fi (before it became SyFy) purports to follow the original closely.It nevertheless has to pad out the story and does so with religion.
Religion—specifically the Bible—and the tale as represented in Fox’s four-season series Sleepy Hollow is what started me on the current leg of my journey.I sent an article to the Journal of Religion and Popular Culture on the topic and when it was accepted I expanded the idea into the book Holy Horror.So it is that I’ve tried to watch as many versions of the story as I can.There have been many made-for-television renditions.Some are available for free on the various services that draw from my pocket monthly.Others cause me to debate whether I want to pay for seeing a sub-par effort for the sake of completeness.The scholar’s heart still beats within me, I guess.The Gang version expands the story with a church scene, not in the original tale.To inculcate the Bible, however, Tim Burton’s film of the same year was necessary.
For me no story better encapsulates October.Perhaps it’s the crucial role of the pumpkin.Perhaps it’s the ambiguity of the headless horseman himself—is he a hoax or something more?These kinds of questions are answered by various filmmakers but since the viewer ultimately decides the question is left up to us.If I were still an academic my next book project would be clear.Instead I’m trying to bask in the wonder that is October—the season of transition from bright blue skies and colorful leaves to long, chill nights and bare trees.Our time outdoors becomes more focused so that we might get back to the warmth inside.And if we’re looking for a tale to read that’s not really that scary, but which captures the ghosts of the American imagination, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” beckons.
Over a recent weekend I watched four versions of “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.”(I have two excuses.One is that it’s October, and the second is that I have an article on Sleepy Hollow coming out on Horror Homeroom. For the second, read on.)The story is one that made an impact on me as a child, probably because of Disney’s Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad.The cartoon version, which was one of the four I watched, is silly and scary both.It leaves it to the imagination whether the headless horseman is real or not.Before that I watched the silent 1922 Headless Horseman staring Will Rogers.Clearly in that film the headless horseman is what we’d now call a liberal hoax.It was Brom Bones scaring Ichabod Crane away from Katrina Van Tassel.
The canon of characters grows with Tim Burton’s 1999 film Sleepy Hollow.Although Burton is hit or miss for me, this strikes me as one of the best October movies I’ve seen.The headless horseman is quite real and the spiritual world intersects with the rational, crime and punishment world in the haunted western wood.I didn’t have time for the 1980 television movie this time around, but I decided to watch the 2007 television movie Headless Horseman.A rather puerile splatter film set in Missouri, it posits that this is the real headless horseman behind Washington Irving’s story.It has a lot of religious imagery, which is often what I’m looking for in horror.The writing is poor and the characters shallow, but it isn’t a total waste of time.
What all of these films demonstrate is that Washington Irving’s story, as simple as it is, really resonated with Americans.How can you reason or plead mercy from a headless man?Look closely, for there is a parable here.The headless are merciless and they have the ability to frighten.The story is generally set in the harvest season.The 2007 movie makes the horseman’s appearance as a crucified scarecrow.Although the original story had no such religious elements, they’ve become a standard part of its accrued cultural heritage.The headless horseman has gone from secular to religious, for it is an American story.Originally set in the period after the Revolutionary War, it was part of an unsettled nation’s frustrated attempt at normalcy.This, I believe, remains.When we can’t make sense of our surroundings, we look back to those stories that seem to have some insight into who we are.Headless horsemen are quite useful in that regard.
Summer vacation—or at least what used to be known as summer vacation—is winding down.Unlike most years when the season is marked by a carefree sense of time off and travel, many of us spent it locked down while the Republicans have used revisionist history on the pandemic, claiming against all facts that America handled it best.Is it any wonder some of us turned to horror to cope?My latest piece in Horror Homeroom has just appeared (you can read it here).It’s on the movie Burnt Offerings.The movie is set in summer with its denouement coming just as vacation time ends.I’ve written about it here before, so what I’d like to mull over just now is transitions.The end of summer is traditionally when minds turn to hauntings.
Doing the various household repairs that summer affords the time and weather for, I was recently masked up and in Lowe’s.Although it was only mid-August at the time, Halloween decorations were prominent.Since this pandemic—which the GOP claims isn’t really happening—has tanked the economy, many are hoping that Halloween spending (which has been growing for years) will help.My own guess is that plague doctor costumes will be popular this year.Unlike the Christmas decorations that we’ll see beginning to appear in October (for we go from spending holiday to spending holiday) I don’t mind seeing Halloween baubles early.There is a melancholy feel about the coming harvest and the months of chill and darkness that come with it.Burnt Offerings isn’t the greatest horror film, but it captures transitions well.(That’s not the focus of the Horror Homeroom piece.)
Many of us are wondering how it will all unfold.Some schools have already opened only to close a week or two later.Those in Republican districts are sacrificing their children (this is the point of the Burnt Offerings piece) in order to pretend that 45’s fantasy land is the reality.The wheels of the capitalist economy have always been greased with the blood of workers.(Is it any wonder I watch horror?)As I step outside for my morning jog I catch a whiff of September in the air, for each season has its own distinct scent.I also know that until the situation improves it will likely be the last I’ll be outdoors for the day.It has been a summer of being cooped up and, thankfully, we’ve had movies like Midsommar and Burnt Offerings to help us get through.
I recently read the article “The Christian Worldview of Annabelle: Creation” by Neil Gravino on Horror Homeroom.I’m pleased to see that the complex world of religion and horror is being addressed by other scholars.(I know that many actually work in this area, but if you don’t have access to an academic library finding their articles can be impossible.Also, did I ever think I would miss Religion Index One and Two so much?)Since I have a piece that is scheduled to appear on Horror Homeroom concerning the 1976 movie Burnt Offerings, I’m glad for the company.As in my article, Gravino makes the case that the relationship between horror and religion (the Christianity of Annabelle: Creation and its need to be a horror film) is fraught.This is something I describe in some detail in Nightmares with the Bible.
Back when I was writing Holy Horror I realized that putting individual horror films into a series creates continuity issues.Annabelle: Creation is part of the wildly successful Conjuring franchise, the latest installment of which has been delayed by the pandemic.Depending on how you count it, there are already seven films in that particular universe and the shifting of the story is the focus of an entire chapter in Nightmares.The reason it requires such sustained attention is that, apart from being the most successful horror franchise after Godzilla, these movies are squarely based on Christianity.Lacking the unrelenting gravitas of The Exorcist, they feature (in the main branch of the diegesis) the Catholics Ed and Lorraine Warren.In an almost Dantesque view of Heaven and Hell, the characters struggle with monsters that hover between ghosts and demons.They’re closer to the latter.
Many horror films—but by no means all—are based on fears associated with religion.That religion isn’t always Christianity, as both The Wicker Man and Midsommar show, but the warnings against extremism apply equally to belief systems across the board.Another thing I miss, being outside the academy, is the funding to do some in-depth research on this.It’s good to know that others are seeing what I’m seeing as well, as is appropriate when you encounter something unexpected.Our religion haunts us.The reasons we believe are often tied to the self-same fear that the religions themselves generate.And like religions, horror movies hold the possibility of earning quite a lot of money.The parallels should not, I believe, be overlooked.
It occurs to me that my post on Sunday may have been a touch cryptic.(I can be naughty at times.)Horror Homeroom was good enough to publish a piece I’d written about the movie Midsommar, a film that got its hooks into me earlier this year.Here’s the link in case you’d like to read it (it’s free): http://www.horrorhomeroom.com/midsommar-and-cross-quarter-day-horror/.It’s not an article using the Bible and horror as in yesterday’s post, but rather it is an exploration of the broader relationship between horror and religion.The origin of religion has long been a fascination, and the more I look into the connection with what makes us afraid, the more I find in common.But why midsummer when summer’s only just beginning?
Ancient peoples in temperate zones, according to the records they left behind, carefully observed the change of seasons.Without a tilted, spinning globe as a model the science of the time (which was likely their religion) suggested that the heavenly bodies were migratory.If you use raw observation that’s what seems to be the case.Now that I sit in the same office every day with a south and a west window, it becomes very clear how the sun shifts over the course of the year.In the winter it seems to be on a journey far to the south.Religions of such science would want to know, of course, when it would start coming back.The years were divided into segments—we still recognize four of them in our seasons although, in truth, they are merely gradual changes that take place in the weather as the earth’s tilt moves our hemisphere toward or away from the sun.
Midsummer was a northern European festival to celebrate the longest day.Whether this is the start of summer or the middle of summer is merely a matter of interpretation.The film Midsommar plays on the disorienting long span of daylight in northern Sweden.Without the dark to guide us, sleep and the regular rhythms of daily life can become difficult.When the people believe the old religion, well, let your imagination run wild.Horror films often lurk in these transitional times of the year.We tend to associate them with Halloween, but there’s enough to be afraid of right now.Not all horror has religious components, of course.Nevertheless it has been there from the beginning, from when van Helsing pulled out a crucifix to frighten off Dracula.And it continues, in perhaps more sophisticated ways, even in the broad daylight.
The summer solstice comes whether we want it to or not.Today is the longest day in the northern hemisphere although, as I write this the sun has not yet risen.It was a sleepless night, making this day seem even longer than it already is.Over on Horror Homeroom, where they understand sleepless nights, my piece on the movie Midsommar will appear.I won’t say here what I say there, or you might not go and read it.I will say that for a horror film Midsommar boldly sets itself in a sun-bathed atmosphere, making it all the more unsettling.To see more you’ll need to visit the Homeroom.
There are implications for the longest day.One of the most obvious is that from here on out days will be getting shorter.That’s the thing about anticipation—we crave the light when it’s in such short supply in December and January.This year of Covid, the spring blended into a long stretch of social distancing and isolation, even as the days were growing longer and the weather warmer.It was like some spokes were missing from the wheel of the year.Now that summer’s here many people are acting as if the need for caution is gone.Midsommar may help with that, since it shows that the daylight sometimes shows us what we don’t really wish to see.
Ancient peoples kept an eye on the seasonal changes long before they learned to write.Etched into the landscape markers like Stonehenge and Avebury and countless others were oriented toward celestial points on the solstices.Equinoxes were also observed, as well as the half-way points between.This altering of the earth to commemorate the progressing of the year took great effort, so we must assume it had great importance.You don’t move boulders unless you feel strongly compelled to do so.Such compulsion strikes us all as religious.
So it’s the longest day of the year.What will we do with it?When we look back at it, will we see what we wished we might have done with all that light on our side?Will we treat it just like any other day?The beauty of holidays (of which capitalism recognizes far too few) is that they teach us to stop and reflect for a few moments on the messages our planet sends us.Our longest day is also a message.What we do with that information is up to us.
One of the many lessons of the current pandemic has been that my appreciation of horror is not misplaced.Horror Homeroom has just published my piece “Demons or Ghosts?Hauntings in Connecticut,” available here.I’ve noticed that Horror Homeroom has had a surge of pieces since all of this began, which seems tacit evidence that horror is a coping mechanism.It’s no wonder, really.Horror often deals with “worst case scenarios” and specializes in isolating victims.Now that we’re all practicing social distancing we’ve entered into one of the main framing plots of the horror movie.Contagion isn’t an unusual trope either.My article is about neither of these, but I still maintain that watching horror is therapeutic.As with most therapy there’s good and bad varieties.
The films I write about in this instance aren’t good movies.The Haunting in Connecticut franchise misses on so many levels that it doesn’t seem bound for classic status.Yes, there are classics in the genre.When the outbreak started many people referred to The Shining as how they felt being cooped up all the time.There are those who vehemently deny that The Shining is horror, but given the association with Stephen King it seems difficult to deny.Horror doesn’t have to involve slashers or bug-eyed monsters.It isolates.It imagines worst case scenarios.All Jack Torrence needed was an inept national administration to put us all in the Overlook, one at a time.
The pandemic has slowed down the release of new movies, of course.The much anticipated A Quiet Place Part II has been pushed out to September. Sitting here in isolation I wonder if that’s long enough.Politicians with money in mind over their human constituents are chomping at the bit to get us mingling again.Exposing one another.Horror, however, knows all about aftershocks.I don’t like jump startles.I prefer my movies to built thoughtful, moody situations.Despite their many sins, the Connecticut haunting movies do that correctly.While they have other problems, they do throw us into a world where things aren’t quite right and we know it.Elaborate plots really aren’t necessary, though.The mind is pretty adept at filling in the story.Like children asking to have the same book read over and over, we know how it goes.We just like someone else to show us exactly how.Isolation should continue for some time.And horror provides a reasonable narrative to help.
Although I haven’t been writing much on horror here lately, I’ve been doing my homework.At least for homeroom.Horror Homeroom, that is.I’ve published on Horror Homeroom before, and, surprisingly, they’ve let me do it again.This piece is on the films of Robert Eggers.It’s pretty unusual for me to get in on the ground floor with a director’s oeuvre, but my wife has a tolerance for what is being called “smart horror” or “intelligent horror,” or even “transcendent horror,” and so we can get to the theater to see movies like The Witch and The Lighthouse before they go to DVDs or Amazon Prime.In order to write up my thoughts about these two films I had to rewatch them a few times.There’s so much going on here that both stories are difficult to summarize.
Holy Horror treated The Witch in the context of its biblical worldview.The Calvinistic religion of William, and by extension, his family, is pretty scary stuff.In The Lighthouse we find two men each grasping for their own ideas of the divine, as found atop the eponymous structure they inhabit.Both films explore the psychology of isolated individuals, and, perhaps not surprisingly, finds frightening things.We are social creatures, even those introverts among us.When deprived of the interaction of those who think differently (hear this, o Republicans!) we soon begin to wilt.We need not agree with all we hear, but conversation cannot be had without being open to at least the possibility that one might be wrong.Nobody wants to think they are incorrect, but unless they can admit that possibility, there will be no discussion, by definition.
Horror quite frequently thrives on separating people from their fellows.One of the fascinating aspects of the genre is the way in which it does this.Groups, even, that separate themselves from the rest of humanity soon begin to behave in odd ways.Checks and balances are necessary for any health in a society.Those who claim absolute positions often can’t admit this.Do I hear the violins of Psycho coming to life?I suppose community is why I try to publish once in a while in wider venues like Horror Homeroom.Even people who like to watch horror prefer not to do so alone.Maybe having seen The Witch and The Lighthouse in theaters was a crucial part of their impact upon me.And what is a good shudder without someone with whom to share it?
New Year’s resolutions have never been my thing.Having had a good Calvinistic upbringing, I’m a natural self-corrector.If I’m aware I’m doing something wrong, I attempt to change my behavior right away.This makes annual reviews at work exceptionally uncomfortable for me.I’d much rather have my boss point out foibles as they happen so that I can stop doing them right away.I realize my mindset here may be weird to those who were raised in more normal ways, and employers love process.So I sit here in Ithaca on New Year’s day, preparing to drive home to face all kinds of unfinished business from 2019.I’m still doing research for Nightmares with the Bible, thus it’s not ready to go back to the publisher or series editors yet.I’ve started a new round of queries to agents about one of my novels, but I haven’t sent them yet.And don’t even mention projects that need to be done to the house.
Life is busy.I’ve taken on some new duties at the church I attend, exemplifying that old saw “If you want something done, ask a busy person.”As the pressures from that obligation mount, I start to think that most people don’t have any idea just how all-consuming writing a book can be.I work long days and although I don’t commute much any more, most of the rest of each day is taken up with writing and reading so as to write some more.I hesitate to call myself a writer since I make laughably little lucre from it.I can’t stop myself from doing it, though.And although it’s the season for resolutions, I don’t plan to stop.I know from work that graphomaniacs can be a problem.Anything can be overdone.On days when I don’t have to work I have to be pried away from my computer.Otherwise I’ll write all day long.It’s an issue, I know.
Perhaps because life on the national scale is so depressing, writing about things like horror movies is a great release.I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had the chance to write pieces for venues like the excellent Horror Homeroom.I used to contribute to Religion Dispatches.That time has been sucked into getting my books that nobody will read finished.Having written that self-disparaging remark I have to remind myself that one of my alumni magazines published a notice about Holy Horror without me having to send said notice personally.That self-disparaging thing requires some fixing, I guess.And were I not too busy already in 2020, I’d start on it right now.
With a happy coincidence I discovered a website called Horror Homeroom.Featuring articles and podcasts and reviews on horror films, I felt its siren call.Then I learned it is run by a professor at nearby Lehigh University, making it even closer than I initially supposed.I wanted to be part of the conversation.You see, after years and years of being a Bible scholar and having to fight to find any kind of interest whatsoever in what I had to say, I’ve found the horror community extremely welcoming.Perhaps because we all know at some level that horror is considered transgressive—it isn’t unusual to find critics who still claim it’s debased—we find each other.There’s an aesthetic to horror, and it isn’t about gore and violence.Horror, when done well, is an excellent marker of what it means to be human.
Life always ends in death.Many people spend as much time as possible trying to avoid thinking about it.There is, however, great creativity in facing squarely what you cannot change.Well, that’s a good sounding excuse anyway.All of this is by way of announcing my guest blog post on Horror Homeroom.A few weeks back I was quite taken with The Curse of La Llorona.Not that it was a great movie, but it had a way of coming back to haunt me.Part of it has to do with the poorly understood way that local customs blend with imperialistic religions.Faith is a local phenomenon.Once you switch off the televangelist, you’ll begin sharing beliefs of your neighbors.There’s no such thing as a pure religion. Pure religion is one of the most dangerous myths there is.
Those of us who study religion professionally have been taught to call the blending of religions “syncretism.”I’ve stopped using that word for it because it assumes that there are pure forms of religion.Religion always takes on an individual element.We make it our own when it gets translated into our personal gray matter.The idea that there is a pure form of any religion requires an arbiter of greater rank than any here on earth.You can always say “but I think it means…”Horror, I suspect, latched onto this truth long ago.Without some hint of doubt about your own individualized belief system, it’s difficult to be afraid.Horror need not be about blood and gore.Often it isn’t.Often it’s a matter of asking yourself what you believe.And once you answer it, opening yourself to asking questions.