Poe is great at just stepping you through someone’s thoughts as they experience some horrifying stuff. And this one’s plot is scant because it really is just meant to force you to sit there with this man’s pain.
I haven’t watched any Frankenstein and Wolf Man crossover movies, but this one appears to be a direct adaptation of the first movie that combines the characters. But it’s also rote and so invested in being faithful that it can’t be as good.
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“You mean that this little pebble has been out there hot roddin’ around the universe?”
It’s a neat monster, though certainly looks like the contents of a can of cranberry sauce. And of course the theme here is how adults don’t believe teens when they try and tell them that there’s some fucked up shit going on. I can see where a lot of alien horror dealing in amorphous threats and digestion/melting would have come from this. Now I look forward to catching that eighties version that gets a lot more gnarly with the visual effects.
“Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart?”
I’ve been more than aware of the queer readings of works where it isn’t overtly about queer relationships, and now of course I see it everywhere. In the case of this story, there’s definitely a vibe between the protagonist and his cherished childhood friend, as well as a vibe between that friend and his sickly sister. The house merely reflects the state of things.
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“Unpleasant Side Effects” by Kerry Gammill, Sam F. Park, Mar Omega (2010) “After I’ve recorded my findings, I’ll take care of this… thing.”
I liked seeing a modern take on the EC Comics comeuppance formula, and in particular an ending where the victims sorta get their due.
“If I really believed in the desire, I don’t think it would frighten me so much.”
The early 70s was a wild time for movies. Granted this and my previous 70s selection are indie movies with more creative freedom to get experimental and weird, but it also hearkens back to a movie I saw last October. Maybe this was just filmmaking at the time. This particular one’s a different sort of horror than the one-line synopsis can convey. More mellow and contemplative.
