Horror in film dates back to the
silent era with films like Nosferatu.
The genre has evolved in the many years since then, and like many specific
genres, a pattern emerges. The Cabin In
The Woods milks this genre like no other. The film starts out with five
friends—the alpha male jock, the whore, the brain, the fool, and the
virgin—heading into the woods to spend a weekend in a mysterious cabin. On the
way, they must drive down an uncharted road where they meet a strange hermit
who “practically wears a sign saying ‘YOU WILL DIE’,” But they choose to ignore
him and continue on to the cabin. At night, they find a mysterious trap door
that leads them into a room filled with strange items. All of them examine an
item, but the virgin reads aloud a Latin text from a leather-bound diary,
waking a family of zombies buried in the backyard. Soon the alpha male and the
whore leave the cabin to have sex in the woods, but the whore is shortly
decapitated by one of the zombies. The alpha male is injured, but makes it back
the cabin, where he quickly orders everyone to split up. The zombies continue
to kill them one by one until only the virgin is left.
Yes, this is exactly what happens
in The Cabin In The Woods, but the
title should be a giveaway that this film knows exactly how to handle its
clichés. Throughout the story of the five friends in the woods, the audience
realizes that scientists in a control room underneath the cabin are
manipulating all the events occurring to the friends. Nothing that happens is
by accident. All five friends are oblivious what is really occurring to them,
except on occasion, the fool, a conspiracy theorist, takes note of certain
things such as the wind blowing up a trap door leading to a basement cellar
(“uh…that makes what kind of sense?”).
None of it is meant to be creative.
Everything that happens to these five friends is perfectly predictable. Of
course it is. Scientists watching them via hidden cameras are controlling them.
Writers Joss Whedon and Drew Goddard knew exactly what they were doing when
they wrote this story. You might know Whedon and Goddard as the writers of Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Goddard also wrote things such as Lost and Cloverfield (because that wasn’t a cliché script).
The predictable story of the
friends is always referred to. The
scientist make small talk while they watch the friends get tortured by a Zombie
Redneck Torture Family, which quickly reveals how conscious the writing is of
the weariness of the entire horror genre. A new security guard asks the
question, “Monsters, magic, gods?” to which a more experience employee
responds, “You get used to it.” The security guard responds, “Should you?”
That is definitely the question.
Should we be getting used to the unpredictable? There is a fear of the unknown,
and suspense is an important aspect to horror as well. Should we be used to all
these monsters? Zombies, clowns, ghosts, crazed mass murders…the horror genre
has made these monsters so formulaic that there isn’t anything particularly
interesting about them at all. As we watch Jules, the whore, get decapitated by
one of the zombies, we can’t help but snicker to ourselves, because we knew she
had it coming. And then the camera cuts to the scientists watching from a
screen in the control room, snickering in a similar manner to us.
Even the way films are meant to
entertain us are formulaic. We expect the whore to have sex with the alpha
male. We know we’re going to see her breasts. Of course, Whedon and Goddard cut
to the scientists cheering her on as she strips. But the security guard has to
ask, “Does it really matter if we see her…” and one of them responds, “we’re
not the only ones watching. Gotta keep the customer satisfied.”
Ultimately, the catch is that these
scientists are part of group that has to make a sacrifice of four people a year
(a virgin is optional, as long as she dies last) to the slumbering gods in
order to keep them from destroying the planet. The metaphor is obvious yet very
clever. The gods are the studio executives in the film industry, kept far away
in their offices. The second a film strays too far from the formula laid down
by them, they awake and wreak havoc on the director and the rest of the world.
What Goddard and Whedon have done
is to truly deconstruct the horror genre and destroy. It would be a long shot
to even call The Cabin In The Woods a
horror film. It’s more of an anti-horror film. Goddard guides you through the
organs of the horror film genre, and reveals its predictability. It shows you
there truly isn’t anything to ever fear, because the victims will always make
the worst decisions possible. Perhaps one of the cleverest scenes is in the
cellar, when all five friends are examining various horror movie artifacts. The
trap door opens a la Evil Dead and
all five walk down to a cellar. The fool holds up a lantern in a similar manner
to Bruce Campbell in Evil Dead and
everyone begins to examine the artifacts. A conch presumably awakes a sea
creature, a music box an evil ballerina, a pendant on a necklace perhaps an
evil ghost coming to reclaim a forgotten heirloom. In the end it’s a strange
Latin text from a diary that awakens zombies, yet any monsters could be chosen.
Cabin
In The Woods is an absolute thrill. The brilliance of the clichés leads to
a whole new level of unpredictability that ingeniously draws your attention to
the redundancy of most horror films. Hopefully this introspective on the horror
genre manages to stir the pot in terms of storytelling. Regardless, this is a
film that YOU MUST NOT MISS.