All you need is an Asshole in a Mask

Sometimes I overcomplicate things. I do it quite a lot actually. I’m doing it right now actually as I write this. Do you know how many times I’ve change ‘as’ to ‘some’? I think about things too much. Or sometimes not enough. Anywho-

Horror movies are something I feel strongly about. When I love them, I love them. When I’m disappointed… well I don't hate it usually, but it’s just that, I’m disappointed. I tend to think of things very critically. But to that point, when something passes my critical barometer it makes me begin to love it exponentially. The more it does that isn't abrasive, the more I enjoy it. This isn't a very holistic view, admittedly. But shit doesn't have to be.

This brings me to my case study and the movie that I found myself thinking about as I enjoyed a Vedett in Camden Town’s Belgo Noord this evening (yes, that is a shout out. They’ve always been kind to me) is 1979’s ‘Tourist Trap’. It takes some things from Texas Chainsaw Massacre for sure and on that, I was prepared to label it a rip off. But it wasn’t. At least not wholly. The premise was similar and nowadays– uninspiring and tired. Early 20 year olds (they sure as shit 'aint teens) get stuck in the backwoods and get chased by a psycho in a mask. One is ‘special’ and that’s that but the way in which the movie expressed itself kept me on. It wasn’t deep. It just had fun! The people who put this together took the standard formula and didn’t reinvent it, but they took the detailed bits— the trappings of the terror itself and what THEY may have been terrified by and integrated those things. You you know what? I enjoyed that. Absolutely.

So my point I guess is… as someone who’s been trying to precisely and concisely create art and comics to the point where it’s clogged up my synapses to malfunction… Just make something. Don't fucking overthink it. You don’t even have to release it to the public if you're not totally sure of it. But just make something! Whether it’s on a used piece of toilet paper. It might surprise you or at the very least, you may just enjoy making it. Do you really need more than that?

Chuck Connors didn’t.

By Pitface