A "slasher flick" is a slasher flick and nothing more. These days, the only slasher flicks you get are prequels and remakes of the originals. With the exception of House of a Thousand Corpses, all the horror movies these days are psycho-drama and rely on hints of the super natural. There in no cut and dry, man kills man, man kills everything, woman kills man.
I had this idea years ago, to re-invent the "slasher flick" by keeping the blueprint of the classic genre, modernize the gore and shock, but shoot the actual movie as if it were in the eighties. I wanted to make the movie feel, look and act like a slasher flick straight out of the eighties and have my audience no that and be in on the joke yet be scared out of their minds.
In my hometown, we have a little river that can really be kind of creepy and when we were teenagers, we'd go out on the river on my father's boat and drink beer in a small cove somewhere and every where we went I could feel the creepiness and I started shooting out ideas then, but it wasn't until my Junior year in college did I capitalize on my idea.
A group of mid twenty somethings, head to the desolate Ansel River for a weekend of relaxation after one of them returns from the Iraq War. Their vacation does not last long when then stumble upon an old run down mill off the river bank where they find two recluse maniacs that live off animals, hikers, and anything else they can get their hands on. the killings ensue leaving only a brother and sister to make it out alive to tell the tale of the Blood on Ansel River.
The story is much more detailed and I may get into those details if I decide to move forward on this, but for now, remember the eighties' flicks and celebrate them.
My first step in visualizing this film as I begin to piece together an outline and notes for the story was kind of a fluke. I was driving down a road in town I had driven down a million times before, but that day was different. Some places of interest had sparked my attention and thank goodness I had my camera with me. These places screamed horror flick landscape. It started to come to me and I began to envision the terrain and setting. The texture of these places were perfect. They were rundown, abandoned or just had a gritty feel to them. This little burst of awareness has really kicked my ideas and process of writing this script into gear.
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