Shudder’s Horror Noire Is a Loving Tribute and Revealing Critique of the History of Black Horror
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In the opening preamble of Shudder’s new documentary Horror Noire, professor Robin R. Means Coleman lays out a simple but effective mission statement when it comes to assessing the history of African Americans in the past century of horror cinema: “Black history is black horror.”
Brutally honest, perhaps, but equally incisive. Horror Noire is a documentary about a community of often ostracized and maligned people coming to terms with their fondness for a genre that has rarely treated them well. Director Xavier Burgin has made what is for the most part a talking heads documentary, primarily structured around actors, writers and directors ruminating on the horror genre from the confines of a darkened theater. It comes to viewers in the guise of a history lesson, but simultaneously manages to provoke some palpable cognitive dissonance from its subjects and would-be teachers, who often find themselves grappling with the enjoyment they feel as audience members vs. the weight of responsibility they feel as black educators or activists—the compulsion to always be striving to combat inequality. Author Tananarive Due puts it best in the film’s opening moments: “We’ve always loved horror. It’s just that horror, unfortunately, hasn’t always loved us.”
Of course it’s not just the horror genre that hasn’t always been helpful in its depiction of black Americans. From the beginning of the motion picture industry, black Americans were most often completely unrepresented, and when they were present, it was in the form of broad racial caricature. As Due observes, watching clips of dancing and cavorting black men from 1915’s now-infamous The Birth of a Nation, that film’s depiction of laziness, squalor and slovenly behavior “reigned as the picture of black life for so many years,” before black actors began to be cast in the most basic of roles. Decades of comic relief, silent servants or “savage” jungle tribesmen followed.
In the horror genre, meanwhile, the specter of Black America often filled in for the “monster” of films, sometimes in a literal sense, but more often obliquely. Exaggerated features of monsters called to memory earlier newspaper caricatures of laborers or slaves, while films such as King Kong drew such close parallels to the black experience in America that Tarantino was still calling attention to it decades later via Inglorious Basterds. Not until the early 1970s did films starring black actors in leading roles emerge as a legitimate money-making endeavor in Hollywood.
This era, that of the “blaxploitation” genre, receives some interesting coverage in Horror Noire. It’s fascinating to watch actors such as Tony Todd (Candyman), Ken Foree (Dawn of the Dead) and Keith David (The Thing) grapple with the enjoyment they clearly felt as young men watching movies such as Super Fly, Coffy or Abby, cooled to some degree by the perspective and distance of age. At the time, you can hardly blame black audience members for being excited in seeing themselves up on the big screen—and not just there, but as badass protagonists fighting to “clean up the streets” or take down white overlords. And yet, the outlandish stereotypes the genre tended to revel in arguably had their own negative effects—so says Keith David at one point, recalling an instance where a white man saw him in a new hat and saluted him with “Hey, pimp!”, seemingly thinking he was paying David a compliment. It makes sense that enthusiasm eventually gave way to a more mature rejection of these types of stories, as sought by the NAACP’s Coalition Against Blaxploitation.
Keith David confers with Dawn of the Dead’s Ken Foree.