Ginger Snaps is probably my favourite movie out of all we’ve watched so far. I’m usually more of a fan of the dark, psychological thrillers, but I liked how Ginger Snaps showed the versatility of the horror genre and proved that not all horror films have to showcase aging psychopaths- monsters can come in the form of adolescent girls, too (as they usually do in real life).
In my opinion, the most obvious thing that Ginger Snaps wanted to teach its audience was more than just puberty turning little girls into monsters, but the actual horrors of growing up. There was clear growing distance between the two sisters who started the film being joined at the hip, which was probably one of the saddest issues the film faced- the younger sister being left behind as Ginger explored the confusing world of adolescence, something all sisters have to face no matter how close they are; Ginger engaging in unprotected sex, wherein she gave her partner the werewolf infection, another issue that the teenage world takes for granted; The sudden presence of (and interaction with) drugs in Ginger’s every day life; and even the mean girl who hated her for no apparent reason, which they decided to kill off. From Ginger turning into a werewolf, to experimenting with sex, to fighting with everyone who crossed her way, there was a clear change in her character that brought her from indifference to violence. In a real-life scenario, Ginger Snaps represents the monster within every girl that is unleashed when she gets her period, and the times that come after.
I honestly didn’t expect her younger sister to have to kill her. I assumed that the film was targeted to young girls who wouldn’t really want to see the heroine kill off her sister, so I naively expected Ginger to be cured and everyone she killed would come back to life once the werewolf curse vanished … how foolish of me to give the scriptwriter such little credit. The ending saddened me deeply, because I didn’t think Ginger deserved it. The werewolf deserved it, but she didn’t even know what was coming. I guess another insinuation for what happens when you’re not careful with your hormones. However, the true horror here was that her younger sister was now awakened to a whole world she wouldn’t be able to escape, ever. She lived through the horror, and learned that the world is a bad place- which is really what puberty teaches us, isn’t it?
At first, I didn’t think it was possible to have a horror sub-genre, but apparently it is, and Ginger Snaps is the perfect example. It’s another one of those pre-teen movies about boys, body image, and maturity, but encased in a hard shell of horror.
P.S. The opening credits, with the death project, was immaculate. I want to make my own.