Elevator-Pitch Horror Is Here to Stay


It’s been creeping up for a while now, an old breed of horror. A movie here, another there. But now, in 2022, the time has come to give it a name: elevator-pitch horror. 

These films are just what they sound like: You can summarize their conceit in a single breath. Scary Airbnb house? Check (Barbarian). An infectious and dishonest smile that will kill you in seven days? OK (Smile)! Perhaps it’s haunted Zoom calls (Host) or a beach that makes you old (Old). Or a series of gruesome murders on a porn set (X). And for next year, a comedy spin on the genre: a bear on cocaine (Cocaine Bear)! Not all of these came out this year, but this definitely feels like the concept’s apex. 

These are not new kinds of films. You’ll already have a favorite. Perhaps Ringu, where watching an avant-garde videotape provokes a ghost to crawl out the TV (in seven days, again). Or Final Destination, where some hot, young people piss off death itself. Or I Know What You Did Last Summer, where some hot, young people get away with a hit-and-run, but someone knows what they did last summer. Or Canydman, where people say the title five times in the mirror to summon its killer (or at the very least do a great advertising job to their friends). These films disseminate through the culture premise-first. They feel like they were created that way, like those game shows—Just Tattoo of Us, Ex on the Beach—where the title must surely have come before the details. Elevator-pitch horror revels in its hook, that sell to entertain you and lure you back to cinemas.  

If this just sounds like formulaic horror, it is—to an extent. But elevator-pitch horror is a definition that grows out of its opposition to elevated horror. That genre’s rise necessitates defining it. A key difference lies in how audiences are encouraged to talk about these two kinds of films. Elevated horror movies are considered metaphors or cautionary tales addressing societal issues through the lens of gore, and so, as Wesley Morris argued recently in The New York Times regarding modern blockbusters, they come steeped in discourse. Whereas it’s fine to just discuss the plot of an elevator-pitch horror film, elevated horror films demand something more. There must be a discussion of the theme, or at least something theme-adjacent.

The Babadook, then, isn’t about a tall, top-hatted man that leaps out of your kid’s storybook, it’s about family dynamics, the pressures of having kids. Hereditary isn’t about a pensioner cult cheating death and getting naked, it’s about family dynamics, the pressures of having kids. The Witch isn’t about a billy goat acquiring souls for devil butter, but instead family dynamics, the pressures of having kids. Nothing really came at night in It Comes at Night, and that’s the point. Discussing elevated horror films literally is to miss the woods for the trees, to be overly commercial; after all, an elevator pitch is a capitalist formula, art reduced to its profitable premise.

Smart criticism of elevated horror has been around for a while. As critic Nia Edwards-Behi points out, the concept derives from a cultural snobbery, a distrust of genre. A lot of this has to do with a common critical mistake, broader than film, of assuming pulpier works lack thematic depth. No one who has watched Candyman, a parable about racism and gentrification, could argue that it was substanceless. Barbarian, which is difficult to summarize without spoiling, presents itself at first as a kind of slasher but then goes somewhere else entirely. Serious themes grow out of unserious worlds.

As with most cultural classification, look too close and the distinctions get muddier. Ari Aster could probably pitch Midsommar in an elevator; It Follows might fall in either camp. Yet there is still a meaningful distinction to be made here. These films are in tune with how most audiences react to horror: They react to it literally, without pretense. They conjure their own pitches (my friend is still hoping to one day write his “bad weed turns London’s stoners into zombies” film); they debate whether they would stay in the Airbnb with a strange man. Because one of the most valuable pleasures of horror films is precisely that literalness: the scenarios, impossible or possible, that might befall anyone in a frightening world.

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