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My contemptuous relationship with horror/comedies is public record, but I’ve discovered one I quite enjoyed. It’s Horror Island (1941.) I wouldn’t necessarily call it “smart” writing, but the judiciously scattered jokes and puns come from the characters, not the situations, and elicit a minimum amount of groaning. For a one-hour movie, the plot is twisted and events…
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After a strange, distorted night, I stumbled out of the bedroom to find Barnabas and Julia waiting for me. Breathing heavily and unsteady, they helped me sit. What happened to me? They asked for me to tell them. They said it wasn’t important how they found me. I said I wanted to know what happened.…
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Creature from Black Lake (1976) may not be the best movie about a bipedal primate, but it sure looks good! We must credit cinematographer Dean Cundey when the camera moodily pans through the woods at night, then hovers over the moonlit lake. Cundey, of course, would make Michael Myers appear seamlessly from the darkness in Halloween two years…
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If you don’t know Peter Lorre, he “became a cinematic icon with his bulging, froglike eyes, accented delivery, and unmatched ability to portray odd, quirky, and menacing characters.” For this month’s meeting, we delve deep into the life and legend of Peter Lorre, focusing on a dark film from the beginning of his career, M…
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The Man from Planet X (1951) begins with the end. In a tower sprouting from the fog of the Scottish moors, John Lawrence (Robert Clarke) welcomes us into the movie with his internal monologue: I don’t know if she’s still alive or not. They’ve had her now for the past 24 hours. I’m equally uncertain as…
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Would you like to play a game? I’m going to share my notes about Blood Bath (1966) before I read anything about it. I thought it would be fun to see how my impressions match my subsequent research. For example, it’s an American International Pictures (AIP) production from 1966, written and directed, in part, by Jack Hill.…
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As Sheriff Patterson bombarded me with questions, my answers remained consistent with the excuses I’d given Donna last night… I intended to drive her to Bangor, but got a headache. Then I had to start lying again. Well, when I said I didn’t bring her home last night, I suppose that was true. I then…


