You are now listening to post-mortem with Mick Harris, where the most influential voices in horror cinema will spill their guts, literally.

To the renowned horror director, writer, and producer.

Now here's your host, Mick Garris.

I'm Mick Garris and this is post-mortem.

The community of horror creat this is post-mortem.

The community of horror creatives is a close one.

There are a lot of things that bind writers, directors, and actors in the genre.

We've discussed it before, but our genre is really of for and by outsiders. There's little

respect in our little gutter other than when it makes a ton of money. Films and

books that delve into our fears make us uncomfortable, confront us with the dark underbelly of an otherwise sunny society.

We seek truth, we seek exorcism, we seek a cleansing confrontation with death, therapy that helps us understand loss and

sorrow.

Sure, sometimes a cinematic bloodbath is fun and outrageous and a test of our metal.

But the best most memorable journeys into the dark side are the ones that seek meaning in what can

seem a meaningless world.

But another thing that seems to bind us is a common sensitivity.

For all the spilling of blood and rending of bodies, the horror crowd can be a pretty open-hearted

group.

You'd be amazed how many of your favorite genre authors and filmmakers get dizzy at the sight of real blood.

I remember being on the set of Takishimiike's episode of Masters of Horror when he was being enormously careful not to subject a child

actress to anything that might be too troubling for her and to take pains to show

her that it's all rubber and make-believe.

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