Summer of Slash: The Burning
I wrote about The
Burning when I first started my blog four years ago. The review – which was
really short – sucked. I believe it’s still on here somewhere, so if you’re so
inclined to search for it – all-the-while seeing what a horribly inept writer I
was when I started this thing in 2008 – do so at your own risk (I believe it
was part of the first Halloween-themed series I did for the blog, and I unfairly
attached my review of the film to the sort-of-similar, but annoyingly
tongue-in-cheek, Hatchet). So this is
to say that I don’t think I’ve ever given The
Burning – certainly one of the most important slasher movies to come out in
that oh-so-fruitful year of 1981 – a fair shake on this blog. I’ve seen the
film about five times now (so really how bad can it be?) and each viewing
improved on the one before. After my most recent viewing, I think I’ve come
around quite a bit on The Burning; a
film that certainly stands out as one of the best examples of the early ‘80s
slasher film.








