Contrary to what the spouse and my Tubi recommendations might claim, I’m not addicted to horror movies. I do enjoy a good cosmic horror movie but a slasher film? I’ve read more about slasher films then watching them. I’m An Old (Generation X) and we only had one TV. Sure, I might have peered through the stair rails in the late 1970s while my dad was watching the Rock Hudson classic Embryo and been scared out of my tiny wits, but I didn’t have a TV in my room or an older sibling with a TV. And because we had a VCR of our own, I missed out of the classic 1980s experience of renting a VCR and a stack of scary movies for a weekend. I did see some scary movies back in the day, but it was rare, usually involving a sleepover at a friend’s house who had older siblings.
I’m darn near AARP age and I still haven’t seen The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Friday the 13th and the like. Which put me at slight disadvantage when I made the genius decision to “just read a chapter or two” of Grady Hendrix’s The Final Girl Support Group. And no prize if you guessed I just kept reading until I finished the book just before 11:30pm. My work shift starts at 6 am.
Like I said, I truly make genius decisions.
You could pick up The Final Girl Support Group without ever seeing a slasher film or even knowing what a final girl is. In my big book of Whiskey Tango that’s a waste of time, energy and resources but you know what the legendary children say, “you do you boo, you do you”. If you don’t have a horror background yet somehow decide oh yes, The Final Girl Support Group is for you. You are not going to get the full experience.
I’m not saying you need be to a horror superfan, listing the different Texas Chainsaw Massacres, Child’s Play, Friday the 13th, Prom Night, Amityville Horrors like it’s the British line of succession. If you can? Impressive and is Brad Dourif as sweet as he seems in real life because I met Tony “Candyman” Todd and He. Is. A. Total. Sweetheart. I am curious about Brad Dourif. And I might <cue the spouse rolling his eyes> have the tiniest crush on Brad Dourif. Okay I do have a crush on Brad Dourif. Have you seen him in One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest?
<sips on her now stone-cold Lady Grey tea to focus the mind, it is by the mug of tea that thoughts acquire speed and the teeth acquire stains>
And yes, the review!
The casual fan/reader might not figure out the titular final girls are named after actresses from the real-life movie franchises lovingly paid homage to. Tiny details like the naming matter. It took longer than I’d like to admit for me to realize Heather, tormented by the Dream King is a reference to the actress Heather Langenkamp from the Nightmare on Elm Street movies. And this is after I kept turning back to the mock “The Slash Franchises Ranked” magazine excerpt before the start of The Final Girl Support Group VI: The Next Generation chapter.
Go ahead, please feel free to laugh at me.
I never said I was a particular smart person.
And another tiny detail that matters are those stark black pages before each chapter. They range from a snippet of a magazine article, a review or even a battered VHS cover. Like my all-time favorite Grady Hendrix novel Horrorstör, these pages really help place you right in the book universe. Without them? I would have had a much harder time staying focused and motivated to keep reading. Would the book live up to the promise in those media snippets?
And here is where I guess I should touch on the plot. How do they say it on TV Tropes? Ah yes, Exactly What It Says On The Tin. In a church basement, the real-life final girls, whose worst tragedies inspired movies, meet in a support group for years until someone starts targeting them again. And stuff goes down. Like a good slasher flick there are several twists and turns. I didn’t regret staying up late to finish the book. The Final Girl Support Group didn’t drag on and on, a visit to a shunned Final Girl is very creepy and honestly the part I felt the most disturbed/scared. Your mileage may vary.
The Final Girl Support Group is a solid book, lots of interesting bits even if I couldn’t warm to our narrator/final girl Lynnette. Sorry Lynnette. It’s not my favorite Grady Hendrix book ever, hello there Horrorstör and Paperbacks from Hell, but unlike other Grady Hendrix novels I read this year, I haven’t developed any more food aversions. Seriously, I am still having issues with noodles and ice cream. Which might be a good thing according to my doctor. Such meanness. So, if you love horror give The Final Girl Support Group a read while I try to sit through Mortuary for more than five minutes without rolling my eyes at Erin Walton as the heroine.