So much coffee today! Coffeeeeeee. I don’t drink coffee very often, especially not fully leaded coffee. Especially not large super jazzy lattes with almond flavoring so sweet and almondy that you can’t resist their siren song. The thing made me drink it! I was powerless to stop myself.
So, this post is brought to you by the letter C. COFFEE.
Tuesday, October 6
The Body Snatcher (1945)
This is one of those horror films I first read about as a kid, in a book checked out over and over from the library. Darned if I can remember the title now, but it was a guide to horror movies, aimed at a young audience; something to get us kids hooked right away so that we could grow up to be the pushers. I’m not sure, but I may have been the only kid who ever checked that book out – it was always in when I went looking for it. It covered all of the films you’d expect: Frankenstein, Dracula, all that stuff from Universal. And then it went on to introduce me to Fritz Lang’s M (1931), Rondo Hatten, London After Midnight (1927), Freaks (1932), and the shadowy films of Val Lewton.
So many movies to catch up on. On Monday, October 5 I watched Brainiac (1960) a crazy Mexican-horror film that we’ll get back to later for a couple of reasons, the main one being that I felt compelled to rewatch it, so I’ll talk about both versions a little later. Tuesday’s film was the blockbuster of the week. We’ll get back to that, too.
I’m so behind. Behind! Not in movie viewing. Viewing I’ve managed. But the writing… In my defense, I’ve had some major behind-the-scenes blog problems. Was just trying to clean some stuff up, and, poof! I deleted some important things. Databases. They are important.
I’ve had some sublime days and a little trash since Saturday night, and I’m feeling good. Plus, I made a cake! I’ll get caught up tomorrow, promise. For now, let’s just talk about Sunday.
Oh dear. I seem to have started on entirely the wrong foot. My first three movies have been rough and horror fatigue is already setting in, at least for D. I’m holding up, but I can see how badly this could go if I don’t pace myself.
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I have one foot firmly planted in today and one in a pink kitchen in a suburb in 1957. It's not that I want to live in the past; I just love the aprons. I also have a thing for horror movies.
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