And that's exactly what happened to the young John Lambton on Easter Sunday, 1420. In preparation for my novel that has a little sword-play, a little sorcery, and a lot of dragon, here is my short poem about the Lambton Worm:
The Lambton Worm's a fearsome beast
Vicious and poisonous to say the least
A young fisher snagged it in a lake
The fisher, grown, worm's life he must take
Keep writing, friends, and keep watching horror movies.
Thursday, January 25, 2018
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Okay, I admit. I was desperate. I wanted to watch something with a bit of witchery and warlockery. And The Craft was on. I remember seeing trailers years ago, so I thought I'd take a look-see. Fortunately, three-fourths of it was over, so I only had to suffer through about half an hour.
Just couldn't stand the teenage angst and high school pettiness dragged into what could've been some decent scenes with sorcery, demons, and whatnot. But no, the overacting and the ridiculous power plays drove me to distraction. Thought it'd at least be a little like The Witches of Eastwick.
Now that I think of it, though, I didn't care much for Eastwick, either.
Have I become too curmudgeonly?
Ah, well, keep writing, friends. And keep watching horror movies.
Monday, January 8, 2018
Well, we end up with eight in The House of Seven Corpses (no, not gables). But that's one of the questions John Carradine's character, Edgar Price kinda sorta answers. He's the caretaker of the Beal house, and he knows there are eight graves, seven headstones, but he doesn't know who the heck is in the eighth grave. Ah, well, we lose count, anyway, in this updated (1974 updated, that is) old dark house fright flick.
First, a couple of items out of the way first. It's a bit draggy at times, even a tad inconsistent occasionally (was that a daylight shot or a nighttime?), and a fight scene looks a bit amateurish. But the film has heart. And it's an interesting idea.
A movie within a movie, Eric Hartman (John Ireland) is a driven director who is gonna have a conniption fit if his movie isn't made on time and within budget. He's filming a horror flick containing some o' that old black magic in a house that has a murderous past. It's rumored that the previous residents even dabbled in the black arts.
Naturally, one of the crew discovers a leather-bound book, The Tibetan Book of the Dead, that has some spells they can lift for their witchly filming sequences. 'Course, you know what happens. Yep. They start reading the spells, and the occupants in the graves in the backyard get a little active. Now, we're not talking fast zombies here. These guys take forever just to make it across the yard. They do, however, want to do a little housekeeping.
Quick point here. The Tibetan Book of the Dead in reality has nothing to do with black magic.
There are some good, suspenseful moments, and it's fun to see and hear some real movie-making talk. And the makeup on the slow-walking dead is good. All in all, a fun fright flick. Worth a watch.
You also get to see Faith Domergue as the lead actor. I remember her from This Island Earth.
Keep writing, and keep watching horror.
Friday, January 5, 2018
Found this little gem a while back at the ReStore, our local branch of Habitat for Humanity. We've discovered some great books there, just rummaging around.
Ah, Mr. Bradbury, you've done it again. The Autumn People is a Ballantine Books paperback collection of Ray's work, all illustrated, published in October of 1965. They originally appeared in EC Comics. I always knew Ray had the darkness within him that he's share with us, and here's proof. And the illustrations by artists like Johnny Craig, Jack Davis, George Evans, Graham Ingels, Jack Kamen, and Joe Orlando blend perfectly with his stories.
As Ray has said, "Beware the autumn people." And here we have eight wonderfully macabre stories proving that point. We have killer babies, women screaming from six feet under, and do-it-yourself funerals. There are people who deserve what they get, and others that don't. So, if it's good wintertime (or any other season) shivers you want, I hope you track this book down.
Keep writing, friends. And happy nightmares.
Wednesday, January 3, 2018
And continuing with the new, improved horror theme my blog will take, Wendy and I watched tonight one of my favorite cartoon shows from the 60s, Jonny Quest. In particular, one of my favorite episodes, "The Curse of Anubis".
I loved most every Hanna-Barbera cartoon back then, but Jonny was exceptional, with great stories, and equally great artistry. Drawn in a realistic style, I wanted to be Jonny. Imagine hanging out with Race Bannon and his friend Hadji, learning Judo, and studying science and math in a classroom without walls. Then, all of a sudden, finding you're jetting to Egypt.
Mixing adventure with science, science fiction, and even the supernatural, the show was a winner. But, for whatever reason, it only lasted 26 episodes, from 1964 to 1965.
Tonight we had a little bit of horror as one of Dr. Benton Quest's former colleagues went a bit power-mad and stole the head of Anubis. Well, as happens, we had a giant, walking mummy wandering about trying to return the head to its place in one of the Egyptian tombs.
Faster than you can say tana leaves, Dr. Quest, Race, Hadji, Jonny, and Bandit are up to their shrouds in poisonous adders and a menacing mummy. Do they make it out alive? Well, come on, folks. It's Jonny we're talkin' about here.
This was perhaps my first introduction to rampaging mummies and other things fantastical. I love this episode and love the show.
Keep writing, friends. And keep watching and reading horror.
As the old globe begins its newest revolution around Sol, I will transition my blog to a more horrorly direction. Many of the movies I watch lean that way, and my writing heads horrorward, too. So, let's begin the horrifying fun.
And remember, horror can be fun. Comical, at times. As one of the members of our Tates Creek Library Classic Horror Film Club (TCLCHFC) reminded all of us seated at the after-movie gathering last night, horror and comedy both have rhythm and timing. Also, there are comedic aspects to horror occasionally.
And with that, we'll begin with last night's flick from Bruce Campbell, Man with the Screaming Brain.
This is either my third or fourth time to watch it, and I love it more with each viewing. Written, directed, and starred in by Bruce, we get it all. In this tightly-packed movie, we get the three M's: murder, mayhem, and a mad scientist. Part action, part comedy, part science fiction, it keeps moving.
Okay, so what's it about? We have Bruce playing a wealthy businessman William Cole, and Antoinette Byron as his wife, Jackie. They're traveling in an eastern European country (it's filmed in Sofia, Bulgaria, but I don't know if that's the name of the country in the movie). Cutting to the chase here, Bill and Jackie are having some marital issues, there's some playing around, and deadness among several of the parties ensues.
On to Plot 2. Stacy Keach (yep, as in Mike Hammer) plays Russian scientist Ivan Ivanovich Ivanoff (at least that's the name I remember). Doc Ivanoff has been working on some brain transplant stuff (ah, good B-movie brain swapping approaching), aided by his wacky assistant, Pavel (Ted Raimi -- yep, brother Sam and he did the Evil Dead series many moons ago, along with Bruce). And so, right there, we have a terrific sci-fi soup: dead people, brain transplants, and, oh, yes, nearly forgot. A break-dancing, yellow jumpsuit-sporting robot.
We get to see Bruce really enjoying himself here, as he does some of his physical comedy from the Evil Dead days. Stacy Keach is wonderful as the scientist, and Ted Raimi is a terrific Igor-like assistant. He's intelligent, but hysterically goofy, with plastic-like facial expressions.
While not a horror movie, it has some of the stock horror movie concepts, with brain swapping, a runaway robot, and a mad scientist. Although the mad scientist really isn't mad. He really wants to do some good in the world, but you get the idea. All in all, this is a hoot of a movie.
A tip of the cranium to Bruce Campbell, and everyone else involved. This is the way to do a B-movie.
Keep writing, friends. And keep watching horror.
Thursday, December 21, 2017
The Alligator People. Wendy and I watched it last night. Yes, it’s a ridiculous title, but it’s a good film, a well done film. They’re playing it straight. And with superb direction by Roy Del Ruth (The Maltese Falcon, Ziegfield Follies), it shows.
Seems I’ve seen it before, or at least something like it. One of those people-turning-into-animal films. And, spoiler alert here. Yes, our hero/victim/monster turns into a sort of alligator near the end of the film. Betcha couldn’t see that one coming, could you? But that’s not the important thing. As with many of these films, the monster isn’t the real monster. Fact is, he doesn’t kill anyone. He avoids people best he can in the swamps of Georgia. At least I remember them saying it was Georgia in the movie, although one of the filming locations was Louisiana.
But I’m getting way ahead of myself. It’s a backstory movie, beginning with Beverly Garland’s character, Joyce Webster, undergoing hypnosis and relating an impossible tale to her employer, a doctor. She’s a nurse at his clinic, and the doctor and another doctor are debating on whether to reveal to her everything she’s told them while hypnotized. She’s blanked everything out, can’t remember a thing, but otherwise seems perfectly adjusted. Right now, I don’t remember why she was hypnotized in the first place.
As one of the minor sub-plots, this does bring up a good question. If someone has no dysfunction, and their doctor discovers something horrific in their past they can’t (or don’t want to) remember, should the doctor tell the patient?
So, on to Joyce’s story. She’s just married Paul Webster, and they’re on a train, heading to their honeymoon destination. They’re happy, in love, and suddenly Paul receives a telegram that upsets him. At the next stop, he gets off the train to make a phone call. Of course, misses boarding the train, and Joyce travels on down the line minus her husband. The only thing she knows about his past is that his home in Georgia (Louisiana) was something called The Cypresses. Oh, she also knows he had been a pilot (can’t remember if he had been in the service, but I’m guessing so—movie was released in 1959), his plane cracked up, and he had been more alive than dead, and miraculously restored to perfect health. Hmm… starting to see a good scientific-breakthrough type of cure here.
One plot hole here. How come Joyce knows so little about her husband? Ah, but we’ll let that slide.
So, Joyce is on the trail of her absentee husband, finally finding The Cypresses Plantation, and makes a trip there. Not like these days of the Internet, where she can just Google Map it.
At the train station, kind of a desolate place, she gets her first sampling of bayou wildness when she meets Manon (Lon Chaney Jr.), handyman at the Cypresses. Lon gives a wonderfully gritty and wild performance as the drunken caretaker. He comes complete (incomplete?) with a hook in place of his right hand. Bayou, alligator country, hook-for-a-hand… I’ll just leave that right there for now.
Anyway, I need to work on some editing right now, so I’ll return to bayou country later.
Keep writing, friends.