“Look! It’s moving. It’s alive. It’s alive… It’s alive, it’s moving, it’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, IT’S ALIVE!”
Today is dark and rainy. It’s a stay in sort of day. I’m thinking old black and white science fiction movies might be perfect to while away the day. I already know the plot. Strange creatures will attack, some terrestrial, some extraterrestrial. Our heroine will run away screaming. She’ll be wearing a dress and high heels, and she’ll fall. Heroines always do. Our hero will grab her just in time, just before the creature does. He’ll save her and he’ll save the day.
Every Halloween I pull out the old horror movies, the monsters of my childhood, Dracula, Frankenstein, the Wolfman and the Mummy. They didn’t need to be in color or have gore. They scared me anyway.
I’ll never forget the eyes of Dracula in his guise as the count. They looked huge and frightening shining in the light. Even though I never saw Dracula bite his victims, I knew what was happening when he pulled his cape around them. What I imagined was always scarier than what was real. Renfield with his hysterical laughter and his flies and spiders was almost as fascinating as the count, maybe because he had once been just an ordinary person.
I always felt bad for the Wolf Man. I thought of the character as poor Larry Talbot. I never liked that Gypsy woman who tells Larry he’s a werewolf. She was almost scarier than the wolf. It was the eyes again.
I have favorite scenes in Frankenstein. One is when he is awakened by the electricity, when the current goes up and down the coil and the lightening strikes. The scene with the little girl is another. The mob running through the village holding torches and leading dogs to hunt down the monster is my all time favorite scene.
The Mummy is not so scary, but I love it anyway especially the scenes where Im-ho-tep walks with his arms out straight and his wrappings dragging as he hunts for his beloved.
When I was little, I knew the movies weren’t real, but I still had a nagging doubt and always hoped it wouldn’t be a werewolf attacking us. We’d never find a silver bullet.Explore posts in the same categories: Musings