Homecomings always leave such a nice, warm feeling in your heart even if it’s pulled from your chest!
We all know that special feeling one gets when making that triumphant return to the place from which we once came. There’s a similar feeling even if that homecoming isn’t all that glorious of a return.
I’ve been away from Examiner, and here on National Horror Examiner, for way too long. Sure, I stopped by from time to time, but it was never long enough to have even been noticed by most.
Well, I’m back and it’s time to turn up the heat!
With the topic of homecomings fresh in my mind, I thought I’d talk about horror homecomings. When characters in horror films make that trek back to where things all began. Be it where the killing first took place, or where their lives began, back before they had that diabolical, and devastating, change of heart.
Michael Myers. There’s a name we all know, and I’m not talking about the dude from Canada who thought he was James Bond, but with more body hair than Sean Connery. No, I’m talking about that psychopath from Haddenfield, Illinois who, on one fateful Halloween night, butchered his 17-year-old sister, Judith, with a kitchen knife, at the ripe old age of 6! Yeah, THAT Michael Myers. Do I have your attention now?
After the murder of Judith, Michael was remanded to Smith’s Grove Sanitarium, a wonderful psychiatric care facility, where he was placed under the care of resident psychiatrist Dr. Samuel Loomis, a doctor who was more Dirty Harry than he was Dr. Phil.
Michael eventually freed himself from the ties chains that binded him. Well, it wasn’t chains which kept him bound, it was most likely a strait jacket. After escaping from Smith’s Grove, Michael comandeered a car (Yes, he could drive. Why not?He was always a quick learner, so why would learning to drive be any different?) and headed out into the great big, wide world. The world changed a lot since Michael was last in it, but one thing hadn’t changed; Michael’s love for that warm, fuzzy feeling we all get when we….go home!
And Michael did just that! He drove that car, like a bat out of hell no doubt, and headed back to Haddenfield. After all, it’s all he knew, since he was institutionalized as such a young age. But is that the only reason Michael had for going back home? We know he returned, to go on a killing spree, but surely that wasn’t what he had in mind when he decided to go home.
Perhaps it was all a big misunderstanding. Maybe Michael wanted to reunite with his sister Laurie, but didn’t have the “people skills” to communicate properly. Instead of approaching her subtly, he had no other option than to get her attention the old fashioned way; by killing her friends! That certainly did get her attention, now didn’t it? And once she knew he had come home, she got the idea that he was also trying to kill her! Who knows what would make Laurie think such a thing?!?! After all, he’s her big brother. And we all know that big brothers love to play pranks on their younger siblings. Only with Michael’s lack of experience associating with other, non-psychotic people, it was bound to go wrong. So we can’t place the blame solely on Michael. Laurie shares some of, if not most of, the blame. She should have understood that a young boy, pulled away from society only to be suddenly reintroduced into the world, but now an adult, would need some time to adjust! Shame on you, Ms. Strode.
So Michael wasn’t a “bad guy”, he just had the same need that we all have. The need to go home!
Moving on from Michael, we now take a trip to New York, to examine a poor little misunderstood guy by the name of Voorhees. No, not Jebidiah Voorhees, the freak that sits on the curb in Whiteboro, NY, always flashing his junk at the ladies as they walk buy, one hand pulling down his pants, while the other is being used to pick his nose! No, not him! The young man I want to take a look at his Jason Voorhees!
Name ring a bell? It does for me, for you see, as a teenager, I knew a boy named Jason Voorhees. He was actually born on Halloween and lived near my cousin and creeped me out, big time, but that’s not THE Jason Voorhees I want to discuss.
The Jason Voorhees that I want to examine is the young man who was accidentally drowned at Camp Crystal Lake, because the camp counsellors were too busy makin’ whoopy to notice that he was in peril! This “accident” pissed off Jason’s Mom, Pamela, royally, and she taught them all a very valuable lesson, didn’t she? She killed their asses, until one of the little bastards went and beheaded her! How friggin rude! A mother is doing what she feels is right to honor her fallen son, and some crazy woman cuts her head off!
Well, it seems that after the death of his mother, Jason returned to pick up where dear old mum left off; killing naughty teens who drink, get high and do the wild thang! Now, this wasn’t perhaps the best career choice for Mr. Voorhees, since he is constantly being killed by one of the kids he’s trying to bump off. Ironic, isn’t it? Dying in a similar fashion to the way his mommy died! It’s kind of sweet, from a certain perspective.
Now, no matter where Jason may roam, be it Manhattan, Elm Street in Springwood, or even outerspace, it seems Jason always ends up back at home, back at Camp Crystal Lake. And why? Well that’s simple. The camp is the only home he’s known. And whenever things get rough, when they don’t go the way we’d hoped they would, where do we usually end up going? Well, yeah, sometimes we go to a bar, but most of the time we go….home!
Home is where the heart is. And with killers like Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees, that’s usually both literally, and figuratively, true, since when these two go home, it’s with a “I Love You!” bouquet in one hand, and someone’s heart being squeezed tightly in the other!
But both Michael and Jason have learned that sometimes, even if you can go home, sometimes you shouldn’t, because sometimes homecomings hurt as much as they feel good!