Ever since man first set sail upon the seas there have been stories of ghostly ships and manned by crews of the walking dead. Throughout history sailors and traders have seen eerie green lights and strange noises coming from the horizon of the oceans and these stories manifested themselves into old sea myths. Carpenter’s The Fog is exactly what one of these stories is: After stealing some golden treasure, Blake (he’s the head pirate) was killed and murdered along with some of his men after some conspirators decided to turn on him. Now, a hundred years later the town of Antonio Bay celebrates their 100-year anniversary honoring a group of killers. As an act of revenge, Blake and his men decided to kill the descendents of the original conspirators.
It’s a story about revenge and grudges, a perfect formula for a ghost tale, accompany that with the film’s slow eerie score, its ‘small town in peril’ narrative, and Carpenter’s love for ghost stories and you have one of the greatest horror movies of all time. As you watch it, you can’t help but feel like you are sitting around a campfire in the woods, listening to your counselor tell his fable and when it’s over… you look behind you waiting for somebody to pop out of the woods but it never happens. It lingers with you and you can’t help but feel a little chilly afterwards. It’s hard to explain because it’s a feeling based on the movie’s visuals, but if you want to feel that feeling… pop this movie in on any given cold, stormy night and you’ll see what I am talking about.