Today will be a great celebration of grandchildishness so there will be a slow period on site. And the next few days will be especially busy for me in the work world, an enormous amount of to-do-ing will envelop me. I pray I’ll have the strength to avoid excessive honesty.
I’ve been watching the requisite number of horror movies that the holiday warrants. Several I haven’t seen in decades. What I noticed is that in the 1980s a quite generous dose of humor was added to the formula and that gave these movies their distinctive feel. “Lost Boys,” “An American Werewolf in London,” John Carpenter’s “The Thing.” It does feel like a time machine watching these old movies. Even with the gore it feels like a sunnier world than our own. I haven’t decided which, if any, I intend to review. But I better hurry or they’ll already be behind the times.
So stay tuned. The world is bound to dismay us soon and I’ll have something hyperbolic to say about it.
In keeping with the season some wolfbane from the garden. Something with poison in it.
Some of our favorite’s films for Halloween are Young Frankenstein and the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I forgot one, American Werewolf in London
I’d forgotten how much humor there was in that one. His undead friend hectoring him to kill himself might have been the best part of the movie.