I critiqued a story by a peer yesterday and despite it being full of gore, violence and disturbing imagery it not only entertained but left me a bit warm and fuzzy.
NO! Well maybe…
It wasn’t even about zombies per se. It featured a psycho ripping out the throats of people in a bar. You can see the allusions though right?
So what was the feel good factor? I think it came from the comfort of the familiar and predictable. I knew who was going to die and how. I knew the protagonist was going to get his head blown off or a broken pool cue through the eye. Although it was all described in a perfectly horrible way and made me go Eeuugghh… It was safe.
Carl, you really should seek help.
Wait. This does make a strange kind of sense.
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown” ― H.P. Lovecraft
Say what you like about zombies but (generally) they’re very predictable. They will try to eat you. They wont stop. They will turn up unexpectedly. In short, they’re known and therefore not that scary.
At the risk of sounding incredibly misogynistic. No, there’s no risk. This IS incredibly misogynistic.
Give me a zombie over a pre-menstrual woman any day.
I’m running for cover now. I’m scared.