I find it difficult to reconcile the idea that horror is not Art.
Art exists to provoke, to reflect, to question our place in the universe and our deepest desires and fears. Art depicts love, beauty and joy, yearning for the sublime - but must also address our deepest fears, the most base instincts, the terror of a sound in the night and the unknown monsters inside us, in others, in the family, society and the world - ultimately the fear and revulsion of death, decay and ending of consciousness.
Horror looks straight into the darkness. What could that sound be? What was in or happened to the child to create the near superhuman man? How do we see him or escape from him? Is it fighting alone or in joining together? How do we find protection from creatures larger, that cooperate in attacking humans, that look just like us or are completely alien in their biology, intent, reason? Why do we fear them so much? Why do some freeze, some run, some scream, some fight? Are we weakened by love or strengthened by it? Will men ever understand the fear of death that women have carried throughout existence, the pain, the blood, the terror that brings forth new life? Will we triumph over death with our medicine and guns and technology or are we as helpless as any huge martian in its three legged armour in the face of pestilence and disease or will an ability to cheat time through suspended animation be pointless due to what we find - or what finds us as we sleep? And if we were to cheat death, would we actually want to, or is the price of doing that too high?
If we're going towards folk or religious supernatural horror, is God or Faith or religious practices going to save us, or are we pointlessly crying out for help where a much older, a primal existence truly has power? Or is there something monstrous about the audience that wish to see these things?
A schlocky horror film looks at some of these questions, these fears, the fundamental existential terror, just as much as a a highly regarded novel or much vaunted portraiture. And for that, Horror is Art. It reflects us, gives our existence back to us and goes straight to the deepest terrors humans have known since before we had words to express them.