A GREAT romance ended for the director John Carpenter 10 years ago on the set of his movie “Ghosts of Mars.”
It had been a tough shoot. His star Courtney Love was replaced one week before principal photography began, and after writing the script and the music as well as directing, Mr. Carpenter was bone tired. It was right in the middle of a scene when it hit him: “I don’t love her anymore.”
Her is The Movies. Mr. Carpenter, 63, sometimes talks like a character from a western, the genre that might be closest to his heart, even though he’s one of the greatest horror directors of all time, with credits that include “Halloween” (1978) and “The Thing” (1982). That he refers to the movies as a woman is less of a surprise than what he decided to do once he fell out of love. He quit. “I was burnt out,” he says in between puffs of a cigarette, speaking over Skype from his home in Los Angeles. “I had been ridden hard.”
With his new movie, “The Ward,” opening July 8, Mr. Carpenter is finally resuming the affair again. Discussing this long-awaited return, he sounds like a grizzled outlaw who gave up caring only to be drawn back into the game one more time. He’s an irreverent and committed contrarian, willing to criticize Alfred Hitchcock and mounting a defense of product placement: “Everyone puts it down and says, ‘You’re just doing it for the money.’ Maybe. At the same time, it’s the way life looks in America.”
But his provocations are delivered with a sly self-deprecating smile that lets you know he doesn’t take himself too seriously. “I’m just a broken-down old horror film director,” he says, a glint in his eyes.
While Wes Craven often gets credit for introducing a meta sensibility to the horror genre, Mr. Carpenter always made movies that were, in part, about watching movies. He often had movies on televisions in scenes, and he liked inside jokes.
In “The Fog” Jamie Lee Curtis, who was stalked in “Halloween,” exclaims under duress, “Why do things always seem to happen to me?” Mr. Carpenter has been equally self-aware about his own image; one of his refrains over the decades is that he is working in a disreputable genre, which is not as true as it once was.
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