MINOR SPOILERS
A Xennial’s Review of Netflix’s “Fear Street Part One: 1994”
WTF did I just watch?!
Growing up in the ‘80s and ‘90s was terrifying.
It was only natural that we gravitated to the fictional spooky when our young lives were filled with real-life Big Bads like creeps in white vans and teenagers who tried to force us to smoke crack in the park (or so the ABC Afterschool Specials foretold).
The problem was that we were a bit too young for the really scary stuff — Stephen King and Wes Craven and Clive Barker — not that we didn’t try, of course. Personally, I have very vivid memories of reading the first half of Jay Anson’s The Amityville Horror before hiding the book away on my parents’ bookshelf — backward — so that I wouldn’t have to look at the cover.
Enter Point Horror.
In the late ‘80s, Scholastic Inc. threw a bunch of like-minded YA authors in a blender with some teenage angst and a bunch of standard horror tropes and called it Point Horror. They were perfect books for budding horror aficionados; scary but not overly gory, teeming with horny teenage undertones, and plot…
