The blonde wasn't feeling well last night, so Family Movie Night's been postponed till tonight. Sorry, Scoob.
Instead we had a Guys Night at the Movies. The feature?
Bride of Frankenstein.
Big hit with the guys. I enjoyed it too. But was there really a time when Una O'Connor was considered funny?
It was the boys' idea to watch the movie. They've seen the original Frankenstein, at their request, and they're clamoring to see Bela Lugosi's Dracula and Lon Chaney's Wolfman. I don't know how they even know these films exist. My brother tells me that his kids are on a classic monster movie jag too. His daughter especially wants to see Creature From the Black Lagoon.
What's going on? Who starts these fads? I don't mind this one. Better than Yu gi oh. But how is that kids here and kids in Connecticut have rediscovered the classic Universal horror movies at the same time?
Was there a memo?
Maybe Bill Cosby is right. There's some kid who never grows up who goes from school playground to school playground passing along the ancient lore of kid-ness to each new generation.
At any rate. I recommend both Frankensteins. James Whale was a great director. Or at least a great black and white photographer. And in Bride, the young Elsa Lanchester is very pretty, which will surprise anyone who knows her best from the string of potty English spinsters she specialized in during the 1960s.
I don't mean as the Bride, although there are an awful lot of people who seem to get an erotic thrill out of her in her bandages and Osterizer blender style hairdo, as evidenced by all the young women and some young men who dress up like her for Holloween.
I mean as a dewy and sexually aquiver Mary Shelley in that weird and campy and totally unnecessary prologue in which a strutting and clearly corsetted Lord Byron attempts to seduce her right under the nose of her passive, nose in a book, and clearly gay husband Percy Bysshe Shelley and which probably inspired Ken Russell's weird, campy, and totally unnecessary film, Gothic.
Next up?
Young Frankenstein, of course.
Nancy sent me. I like it. The grow your own dope joke in the first post was pretty good. Here's another in the same vein: What do you call a woman without an asshole? Single.
There has to be a set of terms to differentiate between the wacko PC liberals you describe in the puritan post and honest, common sense liberals. There's your homework assignment.
Congrats, again, I like it. Keep it up.
Posted by: Michael G | Saturday, September 18, 2004 at 07:31 PM
Thanks, Michael. Welcome. I'll work on it.
Posted by: Lance Mannion | Saturday, September 18, 2004 at 09:53 PM