I'm not one to mourn the dead. I believe that in death, we can often find release from the things that torment us in life, and thus death is something to be celebrated, not mourned. This is not to say that I don't get sad when people who have had a profound impact on my life, pass away.
Wes Craven was one of those people that had a profound impact on my life.
I will frequently tell people that my one of my earliest memories, was watching Michael Jackson's "Thriller" on MTV back when MTV was a respectable music channel. One thing I don't mention nearly as much, was that another of my early memories was sneaking downstairs late at night, and watching horror movies on cable. Wes Craven's "A Nightmare on Elm Street" was one of my favorites, and while I am sure I should have been scared out of my mind at the time (I couldn't have been older than 7 or 8 at the time), I was fascinated. I suppose I've had a sort of twisted obsession with the genre for most of my life, and I owe it in large part to Wes and his films.
I suppose it was only within the last 5 years that I learned of horror conventions, and once I learned of them, I was constantly hoping to get a chance to meet Wes Craven. The man had created one of the most iconic villains in all of horror, and helped stoke a fire in me that has lead me to this blog. It is not an exaggeration to say that everything I have posted, everything I have ever written, is in part thanks to this man.
It's with great sadness that I see him go, but his contribution to cinema can never die. While the man may be gone, his legacy is immortal.
Goodbye Wes. The world will be darker without you, but you will always live on in our nightmares.