For those hording toilet paper

The label might should have been for Hatchet :

OLD SCHOOL AMERICAN SLASHER

The essay series continues this week with Hatchet, a film that I recall on the imdb horror board back in 2007 was causing quite the stir on the horror film festival circuit, making the rounds with fanfare and popularity. I rented the double disc and actually enjoyed the documentary on the film more than the actual film itself. I am thrilled for horror fans like me who actually make it in filmmaking what they love. Hatchet was made with serious joy for the genre, preferably slasher film.

I recall watching a you-tube interview with John Carpenter, and the interviewer was so caught up in her hero worship, that the process of asking pertinent, interesting questions often went tooth and nail with her fawning and inability to awaken from the fact that he was right in front of her. I can only imagine that was how Adam Green felt when Robert Englund agreed to cameo for him as a hick with a pipe out with his bird-brained son (absent front teeth), hunting crocs, and instead encountering a monstrous psychopath. Green established right away that his film was "going old school" by showing blood, guts, and dismemberment in the most over the top fashion possible.