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.
I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?
-Anne Shirley, Anne of Green Gables
Well, who can be low for long, huh? It’s October! You know what that means…it’s time for my
Couple of weeks ago, I had a lovely birthday. Got a new bike and I really, really love it. We took her out to a lovely state park two weekends in a row to get the tires muddy. On our second weekend, which involved a tent as well, we went on a fairly aggressive (for a newbie like me) trail, complete with big ruts and roots. And soon, I steered into a big root to avoid a big tree and ended up with a big ouch when Pinky Lee’s top tube whacked my leg with a Tonya Harding-like efficiency.
Ok, so my tibia doesn’t exactly look like this. X-rays showed no fracture but plenty of swelling of the soft tissues – and even without the fracture I’m in the sort of pain that a fracture might cause. No, it hurts more. I have some good narcotics that whack me out and ice packs which I apply several times a day. I can’t make it worse; I can only manage the pain until it gets better. Which I hope is really soon.
Because we’re going to Japan next Saturday.
Oh my lord, what happened to October? One day I was settling in to watch my first Hammer film of the month, and the next, I was putting away the skeleton garlands. The good news is that I did make it. I watched a horror film every day of October, and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Not that it was a cake walk, no indeed. With my twelve credit hours and my, well, life, needing lots of attention, fitting in a film was not always a priority, or even something I really wanted to do. But I became an expert this month at forcing myself to watch stuff. A good skill to have.