ShockerProves that Even Wes Cravens Lesser Films Had Something to Sayby Keith Phipps

By Yasmina Tawil


When Wes Craven died on August 30, 2015, at the age of 76, most of his obituaries dwelt on three films: Last House on the Left, A Nightmare on Elm Street, and Scream. Thats understandable. Craven worked for decades and directed dozens of features. Yet, each in their own way, those three films changed the direction of the horror genre. Theyll be the ones for which Craven is best remembered, even if they dont give a sense of the full scope of the highs and lows of his career.

Craven occasionally expressed regret that he didnt get more opportunities to work outside the horror genre, whose confines he managed to escape for just two features: the Meryl Streep-starring 1999 drama Music of the Heart and the excellent 2005 thriller Red Eye (though the latter was packaged as a horror film via a misleading trailer). But even working within horror, Cravens filmography contains a remarkable amount of variety. He smuggled a hard-to-miss satire of the Reagan/Bush eras treatment of the underclass into The People Under the Stairs and used Wes Cravens New Nightmare to turn the Nightmare on Elm Street series into a metafictional ouroboros. Horror was never just a job for Craven. He was always trying to say something.

Thats true even of his lesser films. Released in 1989, Cravens Shocker has its defenders, but defending it means looking past the films pokiness and familiarity. The story of a college football star named Jonathan (Peter Berg) and the brutal killer named Horace Pinker (Mitch Pileggi, now best known for his work on The X-Files) with whom he has a mysterious connection, Shocker takes a long time to get going and then winds up in some familiar territory once it does. Specifically, the film bears a strong resemblance to Cravens own A Nightmare on Elm Street and, at its worst, to that films later, lesser sequels, which transitioned its bad guy, Freddy Krueger, from a terrifying bogeyman into sadistic wiseacre in an increasingly cartoony world. (Craven helped script, but did not direct, the series second and best sequel.) Jonathan helps defeat Horace partly by following him in his dreams. When Horace claims a victim, he does so with a quip and a smile amidst a lot of over-the-top fantasy sequences. Audiences could be forgiven a sense of dj vu.


Those who turned out, that is: Released by Universal in time for the Halloween weekend, Shocker debuted to negative reviews and a poor box office. It lives up to its title only intermittently, Richard Harrington wrote in The Washington Post, typifying critical reaction. Meanwhile, more viewers turned out for the Ted Danson- and Jack Lemmon-starring drama Dad. Seemingly conceived to be the next big thing in an age of horror that coughed up one sequel-inspiring bad guy after the next, Shocker ended up being a footnote, both to the era and to Cravens career.

Yet theres a lot of Craven in the film, even if it doesnt rank among his best. Horace, a TV repairman by trade and a practitioner of black magic by choice, eventually dies after being executed by electric chair, only to return as a sort of electric spirit, able to take over the bodies of others and continue his killing spreeand his harassment of Jonathan and his adoptive police detective father (Michael Murphy) in particular. Horace also has a gift for jumping into and out of television sets, and in the films memorable, garish climax, he and Jonathan fight across a series of landscapes familiar to regular viewers of late-80s television: a heavy metal music video, a rerun of Leave It To Beaver, a televangelist pleading for money (played by Timothy Leary), a newscast of global unrest, and so on.


In an audio commentary included on a new Blu-ray edition of the film, Craven notes he wanted to make a movie about a world we all lived in but werent terribly aware of [] the world of electromagnetic impulses and the world of electronics and communications and the neural network of the modern world. Had it been made a few years later, Shocker would have doubtlessly been set in some primitive, William Gibson-derived, 1990s understanding of the Internet. Instead, Craven drew on the best source for information overload he knew: television. Theres a TV on in many of Shockers scenes, often broadcasting some sort of awfulness the films characters have learned to ignore. When the police raid Horaces lair, its filled with televisions seemingly set to an endless loop of the 20th centurys greatest tragedies. But, apart from the animal sacrifices, its not that different from every other interior in the film.

Its a Craven film in other ways, as well. Eventually, Horace reveals himself as Jonathans father. Craven lost his ill-tempered father at an early age. This whole film to me was kind of an exorcism, he notes on the audio commentary, making no attempt to hide its autobiographical origins. Raised in a strict Baptist household, Craven would later attend a comparable strict college. He had little access to film until after graduation, when he began working as a humanities professor in upstate New York. Once he entered the world of film, he never left. And if Craven didnt set out only to make horror films, he never wanted for ways to express himself within their confines, using horror as a way to talk about politics, and the way the sins of one generation exert themselves on the next, and how what we fear finds its way into our lives no matter how hard we try to shut it out.


The most frequently visited site of horror in Cravens films is the bedroom. Its where Freddy visits his victims in Elm Street. Its a place that provides no refuge for would-be victims in the Scream films. It serves as an unsafe space in everything from Last House on the Left to The People Under the Stairs. Here its the place where Jonathan confronts Horace, and if that confrontation devolves into a less-than-thrilling fight during which Jonathan learns to control Horace with a remote control (and via some dubious-looking special effects) the scene still bears Cravens signature. What we attempt to shut out, no matter how hard we try, will always find us, even where we sleep.