...for this viewer, one of his fervored favorite horror sub-genres, are films having to do with gradual and involuntary change. Mind you, not the normal, complacent and wholly accepted kind of change, which we as a human species, mature through, in the various stages of our lives. Nor the degradative and erosive effect of known disease...the undesirable cancers, tumors, stunted growths and cellular shifts, which often plague the human condition. No siree, we're talking the kind of change that culminates into something well out of the norm...unearthly, even monstrous, for lack of a better term. Reckless and unorthodox scientific self-experimentation. Contamination of one's system. Genetic mutation. Viral transmission. Bodily invasion or possession. Or even simply, through a bite from something...or perhaps, some
thing. You feel the gradual change...you see the change...you even try to fight the change, if it's within your capability; however, time after time, in films of this horrific ilk, one eventually grows weary of the fight, and accepts the change...embracing it...surrendering to it's invasive purpose...even adapting one's mindset, to parallel with the progressive, ensuing, relentless and inevitable ugliness of what the body is becoming. In a way, it's almost a sensual thing...even erotic, in a rather skewed and twisted way. But what if the change is instigated from within...not willingly, per say, but on a deep, subconscious level, compelling one's outer form to change into, and conform with what & how the person truly is and feels, inside??...
