A dedication (of sorts)

As a general rule, the film students at Bond are my favourite at uni because they don’t say `OMG’ or have a Louis Vuitton handbag. They also don’t look down at my Toyota Echo when I pull up next to their Mercedes Benz in the parking lot. That’s the decent kind of people they are. But there’s an exception to every rule. One particular moron threw my whole theory into disrepute today when I overheard him tell a friend the reason slasher movies are “shit” is because (and I quote) “there are no unifying factors to compare each of their merits with another one. Plus they have no meaning.”
Oh no he didn’t!
Fine. Okay. Everyone has his or her opinion but at the very least you have to back it up with some evidence. Being the obtrusive eavesdropper that I am, I couldn’t help but ask him how he could validate such a claim. Due to my introduction you can deduce he was a film student and that my dear readers is (again I quote) “all the validation ya need.” After all, what would I some “journalism chick who probably wants to end up working at Dolly for her whole life” be able to add? So I told him off the top of my Dolly-reading head there are at least three common factors in slasher films:

1. A public holiday is a desired element to base the `plot’ around. The examples I provided were Halloween, Friday The 13^th, My Bloody Valentine and April Fools Day.
2. Every slasher movie needs an iconic villain with a recognisable get-up. Think Michael Meyers from Halloween, Jason from Friday The 13^th, hookman from I know What You Did Last Summer, Harry Warden from My Bloody Valentine and of course Ghostface from Scream.
3. Sexual themes, coarse language and/or a protagonist (preferably a virginal female) are also crucial.

Needless to say we were politely told to “quiet down” by the librarian and the douchebag film student quickly scampered out of the premises before we had a chance to continue the discussion. And yes, I know what you’re thinking; I AM a psycho and should probably have said nothing. But that’s not how I roll. So here, this is to you dicky film student – I dedicate this post complete with your own portrait done by myself in paint. I sincerely hope your film career is as esteemed as McG’s.