ABCs of Horror: “M” Is for The Monster Squad (1987)

Paste’s ABCs of Horror is a 26-day project that highlights some of our favorite horror films from each letter of the alphabet. The only criteria: The films chosen can’t have been used in our previous Century of Terror, a 100-day project to choose the best horror film of every year from 1920-2019, nor previous ABCs of Horror entries. With many heavy hitters out of the way, which movies will we choose?
Everything you need to know about The Monster Squad, you can deduce pretty much immediately from Andre Gower’s “STEPHEN KING RULES” tee shirt. Bright red, and emblazoned in school bus yellow font that can be seen from a mile away, it’s the uniform of a 12-year-old character who proudly struts around school in a garment that proclaims his love for an author he’s almost certainly too young to read, but more importantly functions as a neon sign that might as well read “Yeah I’m a nerd, what of it?” Because that’s what The Monster Squad is all about—like The Goonies, to which you can’t help but compare it, the film is about a group of pre-teens who revel in their status as outcasts and refuse to be made to feel awkward about it. YES, they presumably say to other kids in the cafeteria, we do indeed hold our meetings in a treehouse and discuss our love of Universal monster movies—jealous much?
There’s a genuine love for the classic horror/adventure genre here that is infectious and brings an immediate sense of familiarity, even for those who have never seen The Monster Squad. A box office failure in its initial release, it’s a classic example of a late-bloomer, with a reputation that grew steadily in the 1990s and 2000s until the fandom could no longer be ignored. Eventually a staple of genre conventions and reunions (not to mention cable), Gower even returned 30 years later to direct a feature documentary on the film’s fandom, appropriately titled Wolfman’s Got Nards. It’s the same story of cult reclamation you’ve seen so many times before, but in this case it was particularly well deserved—The Monster Squad should have been hailed as an instant Halloween classic from the start.
Short of Trick ‘r Treat, there are few films that evoke the childhood feeling of the holiday with more genuine reverence. The members of the Monster Squad—Sean, Patrick, Horace, Rudy, Eugene, Phoebe—are happy to wile away their afternoons in discussion of the finer points of what might happen in a battle between Frankenstein’s Monster and Dracula, conducting themselves with an earnest enthusiasm that, although no doubt an idealized depiction of a “simpler time,” is comforting nonetheless. It stands in contrast to modern filmic depiction of pre-teens, in which those characters so often read as simply small adults. Here, there’s no mistaking that these are kids, and gawky ones at that. They’re the perfect bunch of misfits to charge with the protection of a magical amulet that is the key to a monster-free existence.