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Wait...is there something sex DOESN'T mix well with? Sex is a staple of this genre, all the way back to its origins in lurid Gothic novels of the late 18th century. Even in early Hollywood back before boobs could be bared, the climatic scene of an horror movie and the poster art almost always had a young woman either being stalked or carried by a monster. Ah...and think about all those damsels asleep in their nighties with their long hair dangling while cradled in the arms of the monster...did you ever wonder just what exactly was the monster's intention? Did Kharis the mummy have something for Ananka lurking in those bandages? Did Larry Talbot, The Wolfman, have something buried in the fur? Hmmm?
The fear of premarital sex both titilates and drives the plot in slasher movies. The midwestern kids these movies are aimed at have been so drilled into believeing by parents, preachers, etc. that teen sex (and, to a lesser extent, drinking) is morally wrong, that the slasher alomst operates in the subconsious as an avenger of moral wrongs. He's the personification of that pang of guilt you felt the first time you drank a beer without telling the folks, felt someone up (or let someone feel you up), or said the F word.
Plus, as Jim Wynorsky said, naked women are the cheapest special effect. And besides, I like boobs a lot. Sue me.
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