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John Carpenter’s The Fog is even more chill­ing if you live by the sea

25 Oct 2018

Words by Thomas Hobbs

Person in a red coat singing passionately, surrounded by smoke or fog.
Person in a red coat singing passionately, surrounded by smoke or fog.
A per­son­al essay on the director’s 1980 hor­ror, which returns to cin­e­mas this Halloween.

I nev­er met my grand­fa­ther, Eddie. One day, he drove to his friend’s boat, which was docked some­where along Portsmouth’s North Road. The pair went out fish­ing but nev­er returned, their bad­ly decom­posed bod­ies wash­ing up on the shore a few weeks lat­er. The cause of death was nev­er con­clu­sive­ly deter­mined, and the mys­tery behind the cir­cum­stances failed to bring any clo­sure to my grand­moth­er, Grace, who nev­er remarried.

When I was a kid, my mind would wan­der with the pos­si­bil­i­ties. Was there foul play? Was it some sort of sui­cide pact? Or had some­thing even spook­i­er result­ed in my grandfather’s demise? I even had night­mares that the sea know­ing­ly took my grandfather’s life. You see, when you’re brought up in a coastal town, the sea becomes an almost con­scious being, as its leg­ends of ghosts ships, pirates and hid­den crea­tures fuel your child­hood fears. Even though every­thing else in life changes, the anthro­po­mor­phic sea remains the same – as his­to­ry unfolds, it sits back, silent­ly watching.

Few films cap­ture the mys­tique and allure of the sea bet­ter than John Carpenter’s 1980 hor­ror The Fog, a film that absolute­ly nails what it’s like to grow up in a coastal town, where dai­ly life is dic­tat­ed by the tide. Car­pen­ter cre­ates the film’s atmos­phere of dread through the idea that the sea nev­er for­gets, with its sto­ry­line built around a chill­ing camp­fire yarn.

In the open­ing scene, leg­endary British char­ac­ter actor John House­man tells a blood-cur­dling tale about the his­to­ry of a fic­tion­al town called Anto­nio Bay to a group of school chil­dren. We learn that the town’s founders decep­tive­ly used its light­house to sink a ship named the Eliz­a­beth Dane, which was car­ry­ing a colony of lep­ers that they didn’t want to help. The town then used the gold the ship was car­ry­ing to build its church and gain finan­cial sta­bil­i­ty. One hun­dred years on from the inci­dent and a mys­te­ri­ous fog wash­es over Anto­nio Bay, with the dead pirates com­ing back to life, ready to exact their bloody revenge. On the sur­face, the plot seems unso­phis­ti­cat­ed – but Car­pen­ter was try­ing to show how leg­ends of the deep can define a coastal town’s sense of iso­la­tion and fear.

My grandfather’s death became some­thing of a per­son­al leg­end for me, fun­da­men­tal­ly chang­ing how I thought about my home town and my place in it. I am still to this day a ner­vous swim­mer. Watch­ing the char­ac­ters in The Fog realise how vul­ner­a­ble they are when they are con­front­ed with the sea’s rage, the par­al­lels between my own family’s cir­cum­stances and those played out on screen became obvi­ous. At one point in the film, a group of fish­er­men head out to sea to unwind with a few beers, some­thing my grand­fa­ther and his friend may well have been doing on that fate­ful that day. At sea, the men are vio­lent­ly mur­dered by the ghosts of the pirates. As a child, watch­ing a bat­tered VHS copy of The Fog and still trou­bled by the thought that the sea had pur­pose­ly tak­en my grand­fa­ther, this scene haunt­ed me for weeks.

Aside from any per­son­al ties, what real­ly stands out to me about The Fog is Carpenter’s abil­i­ty to make Anto­nio Bay feel like the only place in the world, some­thing achieved via his ground­break­ing use of 2.35:1 anamor­phic widescreen and strik­ing, fog-cloaked cin­e­matog­ra­phy, which lends the film an oth­er­world­ly feel. Liv­ing by the sea can some­times feel like you’re cut off from main­stream soci­ety, and Car­pen­ter expert­ly uses fram­ing to achieve the strange sense of claus­tro­pho­bia that comes from being in a remote place. In this under-appre­ci­at­ed mas­ter­piece, the sea becomes a con­scious, venge­ful enti­ty, a feel­ing any­one who lives by the sea can relate to when­ev­er there’s a storm.

Despite star­ring hor­ror icons Jamie Lee Cur­tis and Janet Leigh, The Fog has nev­er reached the pop­u­lar heights of Carpenter’s pre­vi­ous film Hal­loween. Maybe this was due to it lack­ing a threat akin to Michael Myers. Maybe it sim­ply isn’t as good. The real­i­ty is ter­ri­fied audi­ences were hun­gry for more of the same but Car­pen­ter, who had already fuelled the rise of the slash­er movie, bold­ly went off in a dif­fer­ent direc­tion, choos­ing an entire­ly new beast with which to tor­ment his audience.

The Fog is per­haps most notable for its depic­tion of how the nat­ur­al world we inhab­it can hold us in such a malev­o­lent grip. The film tells us that the sea doesn’t for­get our secrets, and it remains a chill­ing watch because it shows the hor­rors that tran­spire when these secrets are final­ly unearthed. Car­pen­ter sug­gests that what­ev­er is buried at sea will even­tu­al­ly float to the sur­face, and when it does, we might not like what we see.

The Fog is re-released in cin­e­mas 26 Octo­ber. Find out where the film is screen­ing near you.

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