“Too much blood. And I can see your gaunch!” says Brigitte, annoyed. Ginger, her body impaled on a white picket fence, sticky red blood sprayed across her middle, gives us the finger. “Just do it,” she says. Brigitte brings a 35mm camera to her eye and snaps the photo. An entire world in microcosm.
When Ginger Snaps, the cult horror-comedy directed by John Fawcett and written by Karen Walton, was released in 2000, it was an outlier among outliers. In a genre oozing with regressive and often outright sexist portrayals of women, Ginger Snaps was a monstrously funny film about two teenage girls whiling away the beige of suburban Bailey Downs. Ginger and Brigitte did this in their own special way: through elaborate tableaux of suicide and death, photographed and presented as a slideshow for a school assignment. These tableaux form the opening title sequence to Ginger Snaps, introducing the world to the Fitzgerald sisters through a masterpiece of title design.
