It's that time of year again. Fall has finally fallen, the weather's at least a little cooler, it's a dreary, grey Saturday (which I love), fake skeletons are popping up in peoples' yards, and there is a generally spooky vihe in the air. I have to be honest, it works for me. Hallowe'en is in a couple of weeks and it's time to dig out the scary movies. As I wrote last year, unlike a lot of people my age--and certainly unlike those younger than me--I do tend to like the old black and white Universal horror movies that were made from the 1930s through the 1950s.
One thing I've noticed is that I do tend to like to laugh while being scared or just creeped out. Ghostbusters and Beetlejuice are
two classics from my childhood that I still love to watch and, sadly,
quote... whether anyone wants me to or not. My friend Paul and I used
to thow out quotes from Ghostbusters whenever we could think of
one that was appropriate in that particular circumstance. I'm still
proud of the fact that one time in my life, I was in a position where I
could say, "I'm worried--it's getting crowded in there and all of my
recent data points to something big on the horizon." Eh... you kind of
had to be there.
And as much as I adore Mel Brooks's 1974 classic Young Frankenstein--and I do--I kind of wish I had seen the original Universal films beforehand. As funny as Young Frankenstein is, it's even funnier if you've seen what was made 40 years earlier. When I first watched the original 1931 Frankenstein starring Boris Karloff as the monster, I kept playing out scenes from Young Frankenstein in
my head. At one point, as Henry Frankenstein's assistant Fritz (played
by the underappreciated Dwight Frye) slowly rises to watch the burial
going on below, I found myself uttering, "Get down, you fool!" Suddenly
I heard Henry (played by Colin Clive) push down on Fritz's shoulder and
say, "Get down, you fool!" This phenomenon occurred even more as I
watched the subsequent films.
This
is not to say that I didn't enjoy these movies. Quite the opposite.
Frankenstein--the monster--is one of the most heartbreaking characters
in cinema. And the fact that we still refer to him as a monster tells
me that after 95 years (more than 200 if you count Mary Shelley's
novel), most people don't seem to get that. He was just a man who
wanted to be loved. Yes, he was stitched together from various pieces
of various dead people, reanimated, and brought back from the dead, but
he was still a man who just wanted friendship and companionship. He
didn't think of himself as a monster (in spite of his sometimes
murderous tendencies), he just didn't want to be feared and ostracized
by everyone.
This week's film is the second film in the storied Frankenstein franchise ("Frankise"?). If you've only seen Young Frankenstein,
it references this film even more than its predecessor. In this week's
film, it would appear that the monster survived the destruction of the
windmill at the end of the first film (SPOILER ALERT!). While he's
inadvertently terrorizing the villagers, a doctor/scientist
blackmails Dr. Henry Frankenstein into working with him to ultimately
create a mate for the monster he created.
Boris Karloff returns for his second of three appearances as Frankenstein's creation. He would also go on to appear in 1944's House of Frankenstein,
but as a wholly different character. Colin Clive also reprises his
role as the mad doctor, this time working under duress. Dwight Frye
also returns, this time as Karl (Fritz was killed in the previous
film). And in a dual role, the great Elsa Lanchester makes one of
cinema's great entrances (in one of those roles). British director
James Whale, who helmed the original Frankenstein, as well as 1933's The Invisible Man,
ties the whole thing together with a flair for both horror and humour. So in honour of Una O'Connor's 140th birthday this week, from 1935, please enjoy what I think is one of the greatest sequels
ever made, The Bride of Frankenstein.
The Album of the Week "sermon" is being delayed for technical reasons. I hope to have it up within the next day or so.
Until
next week, stay safe, be good to your neighbours, and please remember
that if at first you don't succeed, then skydiving definitely isn't for
you.
Yours in peace, love, and rock 'n' roll!
The Reverend Will the Thrill
Beautiful & so true - I loved Victoria like a sister!
ReplyDeleteThank you for that. She definitely touched everyone she knew and she will be greatly missed.
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