Rewriting History
As an avowed splatter movie enthusiast — please, ask me about my unhealthy obsession with all things Dario Argento — I’ve been intrigued by the rise of what I like to call the “horcom fictory” trend.
Don’t bother researching that homegrown googlenope: It’s my personal shorthand for the horror comedy fictional history model of moviemaking — think Ken Burns’ Civil War series meets “The Evil Dead” — lumbering soon into a multiplex near you.
We got a taste of the goretacular genre whilst laughing right along with all the in-your-face decapitations and entrail-spewing eviscerations paraded across the screen in the fiendishly clever “The Cabin in the Woods.” (Well done, Mr. Whedon.)
But methinks the breakout star of this summer may well have to be one-term lawmaker cum “Great Emancipator” President Abraham Lincoln:
Granted, Honest Abe’s competing against a highly stylized reimagining of author Edgar Allan Poe’s final days:
But I’ve got to believe both of these insanely violent fantasies will appeal to bloodthirsty cinephiles like myself more so than that snoozefest “Charlie Wilson’s War.”
Your turn: What politico(s), past or present, would you pay big bucks to see get the Hollywood blockbuster treatment? (Fictionalized or otherwise.)