Low-budget horror doesn’t aim for white-knuckled fear so much as a kind of grisly camp; buxom “scream queens” who manage to get killed in various states of undress are a genre staple. But the main focus is the killer, who usually gets it in the end. Jed has been shot, stabbed, clubbed, axed, macheted, devoured by a wolf (actually, a “she-wolf”), and another time bludgeoned to death by a giant crayon, and has had his arm torn off by a stripper. It’s not for everyone.I've written before about the challenges actors face in finding steady work. And I agree, it's not for everybody. But if you have a sense of humor, this seems like a decent way to go.
Brains!
Josh Green's account in The Atlantic of hanging out with a college buddy who has made a career as a movie zombie is delightful, and hilarious, and a smart visit to a subculture within a genre: