New Horror 2023 – Day 17

“I was sick — sick unto death with that long agony.”

“The Pit and the Pendulum” by Edgar Allan Poe (1850)

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.

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“What I want is death, not eternity.”

“Frankenstein y el Hombre Lobo” ed. Tibor Reves (1946)

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?”

The Blob dir. Irvin S. Yeaworth Jr. (1958)

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.

oak23:

oak23:

i love the original frankenstein novel a normal amount

How can you read “I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other” as a closeted teenager and not be changed on an atomic level because of it

They were not entirely happy. The young man and his companion often went apart, and appeared to weep. I saw no cause for their unhappiness; but I was deeply affected by it. If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being, should be wretched.

Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

They were not entirely happy. The young man and his companion often went apart, and appeared to weep. I saw no cause for their unhappiness; but I was deeply affected by it. If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being, should be wretched.

Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley