After the storm of the century, are you really in the mood for a postapocalyptic zombie movie on Halloween?
I know I’m not. Gates are locked, porch lights are dimmed, and on the Netflix queue tonight we’ll be watching (and it streams):
With Bela Lugosi as Dracula and Lon Chaney as the Wolfman, what’s not to like? Just keep in mind that Abbott & Costello started out as radio comedians, so the movie is all about showcasing their banter and doesn’t strain itself when it comes to the plot. I always preferred these two to, say, the Three Stooges. Of course, the Marx Brothers trump all movie comedians.
And bicycling around Long Beach today, I actually found some Halloween decor to admire:
Kinda reminds me of the couple from Tim Burton’s Beetlejuice, another possible movie candidate for tonight.
Lastly, and scariest of all, from the Paris Review, Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Telltale Heart” in Pictures, by Daniel Horowitz:
“TRUE!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”
“Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded—with what caution—with what foresight—with what dissimulation I went to work!”
“Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.”
“Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God!—no, no! They heard!—they suspected!—they knew!—they were making a mockery of my horror!–this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now—again!—hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!”
Yikes! I’ll just be nipping out to make sure those gates are locked again…