I really wanted to get across that feeling of watching horror films at sleepovers, so films were pretty important to me while I was writing Gemini Rising. We all know that films are way scarier when watched on someone else’s floor, in a sleeping bag, with the lights out and your best friend shrieking next to you.
Also, there were films in my teens that I became almost as obsessed with as I was bands and books. Number one: The Craft. I went to see it at the cinema with my friends Rachael, Nadia and Vicki when I was 15. When I was 18, I still loved it so much that I dressed up as Nancy for Hallowe’en. Since then, not much has changed. I still think it’s a brilliant movie.
The only film to rival it in the obsession stakes was The Crow – for similar reasons of aesthetic over plot. And, slightly more tenuously, its sequel The Crow 2: City of Angels. Seriously. Closely followed by Heathers, which is still a classic – I love the teen movie as much as I do the horror movie, and this combined elements of the two with tongue firmly in cheek. (See also: John Waters, with whom I remain obsessed, after watching Serial Mom for the first time during this era.)
Sorana’s education in classic horror films is lifted from my own life. When I was growing up, I would rent a horror film from Blockbuster pretty much every Saturday night. I progressed from Hitchcock to Elm Street, via Michael Myers. I diligently worked my way through, from black and white classics right up to the self-referential genius of the Scream movies.
It’s weird: I’ve become more fearful as I’ve got older. I have nightmares more. But I still love watching the classics; I am delighted every time a new horror movie comes out that I think equals or even tops them, rare as it is (hello, Paranormal Activity). Lately I have been investigating some obscure Hammer Horror gems. I still love a Saturday night horror film like nothing else.