The Importance of Theme in Horror… and Zombies… and Dogshit
S. E. Casey
“It’s what happens in the United States when a truly radical ideology takes over.”
This how George Romero answers the question of what his film Night of the Living Dead is about. To me, this is a most thoughtful and complete assessment, and perhaps what explains the movie’s enduring success. Of course, on the surface the movie is about the dead coming back to life, and a layer underneath that survivalism, and another layer below that the consequences of social alliances. However, the foundation on top of where everything is built is the pervasiveness and power of socio-political ideologies.
I won’t lie and say that after watching Night of the Living Dead when I was sixteen (or when I re-watched it years later for that matter) that I had any clue to this ultimate theme. I only knew it was about something, its mood too serious and earnest to be a trifle. The overriding meaning with which Romero directs all the action toward is what elevates it above a mindless zombie flick, the unquantifiable substance with which the viewer identifies despite the fantastic and preposterous plot.
Horror (as well as its cousins Sci-fi and Fantasy) especially depends on theme in this way. After all, the stories of horror are not ones that from which we can draw any direct application. There will never be a zombie uprising, nor will there be a needy devil granting us a wish, and never we will find ourselves inexplicably locked in a haunted hotel room with our own corpse hanging in the bathroom. These situations will never occur in real life and so there is no value in preparation. And sure, while the horror trope of serial killers do exist, let’s face it, is any one of us interesting enough to attract their specialized gaze? Is anyone reading this so deluded to think if there were a Hannibal Lector that he would be so impressed with their intellect that he would be compelled to devise some elaborate, personalized death ritual just for them?
It’s not in the plot that horror illuminates, teaches, or scares us. It’s in the metaphor.
Fortunately, this importance of meaning is costless. Whether the horror is literary, comic, bizarre, or an extreme gore-fest, the room to insert theme is equally afforded.
Take the example of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. I have never read this book, never will, and I think there’s a movie too which I have no interest in, but it helps explain a point. Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice (which I haven’t read either for that matter) is a literary classic about the complexities of love, social reputations, and class. None of these themes need to be sacrificed by the inclusion of zombies. The rewriting author can simply inject the presence of the undead into the background and plot. In theory, the book can have the same dialogue, the prose concerning the class divide can be the same, etc. In the parts of the book when the characters travel, they would simply have to do so while avoiding/killing some zombies. Or, a little more clever, the thoughts and discussions over the undead threat between different class lines could have been used to further the themes of class politics and social identity. No theme needs to be sacrificed in a change to a horror style.
So can a strong, serious theme be inserted into most any conceived plot or technique. Even The Walking Dead need not to sacrifice it in order to entertain (and maximize) its wide PG-13 audience. While George Romero hates the show for its soap-opera aesthetic, it does have its moments of depth. In the previous season there was a compelling story arc where Morgan (‘I Clear!’) meets up with pacifist and former prison psychologist Eastman (played by the great character actor John Carroll Lynch). The Eastman character presents a pre-apocalypse moral dilemma about his wife being killed by one of his irredeemable patients, man’s capacity for evil, and the psychology of vengeance. I was glad they delved into this Crime and Punishment-esque narrative in detail over several episodes. Okay, the part about Morgan being kept prisoner in a cell which wasn’t locked the entire time was syrupy, trite symbolism, but generally everything worked and was philosophically interesting. Way better than spending an entire segment watching Glen and Maggie moon over each other again (we get it… they’re in love, yawn).
We’ve all read or watched horror that doesn’t work past the point where it is not only boring, but depressing. Some attribute this failure on the subject matter being too violent, or the author punching down, or nihilism. However, while horror’s sub-genres aren’t for everyone, they all have their legitimate place, appeal, and audience. It’s in the lack of meaning that these stories fail. A torture scene when done in a context that makes sense in advancing a storyline or a character arc reads profoundly differently than one where there is little point besides the documenting of an inhumane act.
In the Marquis de Sade biopic Quills, there is a scene where the imprisoned Sade (Geoffery Rush) argues his writings are grand literature of high truths to which the prison’s priest rebuts, “It’s not even a proper novel. It’s nothing but an encyclopedia of perversions…” For anyone who has read 120 Days of Sodom, the priest is technically correct; however, there is such an eagerness and enthusiasm in Sade’s listings of deviancy that in itself gives the work some Freudian meaning. Indeed Sade’s writings have persisted, even spawning an academic treatise from twentieth century feminist and existential philosopher Simone de Beauvior.
There are many other examples of stories or movies that despite their nihilism or crudeness are able to achieve cult and even mainstream success. Pink Flamingos put director John Waters on the map. It’s cinematically terrible (even according to Mr. Waters) and doesn’t really have any particular high concept or metaphor. It’s a gross out film featuring as many perversities as could be jammed into it. To wit, in the final scene famed drag queen actor Divine eats dog shit. Literally. Really. For the benefit of millennial readers unfamiliar with the film, this isn’t Will Farrell licking some FX plasticized prop in Step Brothers, but was real dog shit, no camera tricks. Really.
Despite its filth, Pink Flamingos still maintains an enthusiastic fan base and begrudging critical respect. Water’s admits it wasn’t much more than a pothead movie with a simple motive to gross out its audience. But that in itself is its meaning: to be transgressive for transgressive sake, John Waters wallowing in those perverse and profane spaces where he finds his own special brand of spirituality.
Whether exploring political ideologies, concepts of existential philosophy, or attempting to repulse and offend, there should be meaning in fiction more than to sell a book or pander to an editor to get a short story published. Without offering some perception of life or humanity, writing is only an exercise in craft, toiling over an encyclopedia entry for ‘coprophagia’. It should be obvious, but the author should know why they are writing and what the story is about. The audience will always sense when they don’t.
Stories are written to connect a reader with their own reality. Share something as a writer and it can make a world of difference.
[About the author: S.E. Casey is a speculative fiction writer specializing in what he terms as existential horror. His tales of ‘Hell is other people’ have been published in various magazines and anthologies that can be found at http://www.secaseyauthor.wordpress.com. ]