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Ladies and Lionel on Wuss-out Wednesday

Mid-Week Monsters it is!  I am even more tired then I was on Tired Tuesday!  I’m thinking this is actually going to be Wuss-out Wednesday With Monsters.  These things happen when one tries to be a daily blogger.  At least when one is me.

I could rock that hair do.

Looking at Elsa Lanchester as The Bride of Frankenstein, I begin to question my plan to get a hair cut.  If I kept growing my hair, I bet I could be the Bride for Halloween 2020.  Since Oct. 20 of that year will be my 30th wedding anniversary,  I think that would be a good costume for me.

Great cheesy movie.

Just to continue the female monster theme, here is Wasp Woman.  I wrote a blog post about that one.  I would link back to it, but I cannot recall the title and am too lazy to search for it.

I loves me some Lionel Barrymore.

This is Lionel Barrymore in Devil Doll.  He is in disguise as a woman.  I don’t remember who the miniature woman is.  It is a pretty good flick, not surprisingly,  with the great Lionel Barrymore.

Ooh! Scary!

To conclude with a monstrous female, here is the witchy Mrs, Newliss in Horror Hotel.   I know, I ought to look up the actress’ name.  Oh, what do you want from me on Wuss-out Wednesday?

 

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Mummers and Monsters at Mid-Week

How about some Mid-Week Monsters?  I’ve been sitting here, knitting when I’m not hot flashing, and thinking it would not be so very bad to go to bed early and make my Wuss-out  Wednesday post early Thursday morning.  Well, it is still Wednesday, and although I am feeling quite brain dead and devoid of words, I shall make some semblance of a post.

Check out the masks!

OK, these are not monsters, they are mummers.  Mummers Along the Mohawk,  to be exact.  I believe I wrote a blog post or two about them.  I was looking through my Media Library and had not seen any monsters yet.  I thought the large stick heads looked fairly monstrous.

It brings back memories of my own wedding day.

Here is a bonafide monster: the wonderful Elsa Lanchester as The Bride of Frankenstein.

I think the skinny guy wants to dance.

Here is another memorable monster, from House on Haunted Hill,  a favorite movie of ours.  We recently watched it again, with a glass of champagne.

Nobody’s perfect.

Here is a monster that did not get a lot of screen time yet played a pivital role in The Brain That Wouldn’t Die.

“I believe you were expecting me.”

I’m sure regular readers were just waiting for me to include my favorite,  Nosferatu.  It is ironic that he is my favorite when I rarely ever watch the movie.  Sad but true: I do not often watch silent movies.  I find it too difficult to pay sufficient attention while I am knitting or crocheting.

Oh, look, I am over 250 words.  Happy Mid-Week, everyone!

 

Boris Karloff, Can You Help Me Now?

I think we all knew today was going to be Monstrous Monday.  At least, anybody who gives any thought to my silly blog knew it.  Anybody who did not think about it is probably not surprised. No matter.  On with the monsters!

Not exactly a monster movie…

This is from Bedlam, starring the marvelous Boris Karloff.  It is only a monster movie in a people-are-the-worst-monsters sort of way.  It is really an excellent flick.  I highly recommend it.

There’s the Karloff we know and love!

OK, here is a real monster,  two in fact. Bride of Frankenstein is billed as “The Monster Takes a Mate,” but it isn’t really much of a love story.

Who doesn’t love Una O’Connor?

Here is another shot from the same picture, just because I love Una O’Connor.  The other person in the picture is of the monstrous variety, Ernest Thesiger as Dr. Pretorius.

I once had a ‘do like that.

Here is a better view of the lovely Elsa Lanchester.  I love her especially in the introductory scene, as Mary Shelley.  “She is an angel!”

“You were looking for me?”

And here is one more of Karloff looking more like Karloff.  I don’t know what movie it is from.  I had thought Arsenic and Old Lace, but he was not in the movie.  Perhaps it was a publicity shot from the Broadway show.

At last I am over 200 words!  Happy Monday,  everyone!

 

 

A Little Help from Elsa

Hello, and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  I am tired and discouraged, but there is no point in going on about it.  For one reason, somebody is sure to point out that other people have way worse problems than mine and I should just be grateful that… something or other.  I hate it when people tell me to “just be grateful that –”  I’ll be grateful when I’m good and ready!  Right now I’m complaining!

Only right now I am trying not to complain but to make a half-way decent blog post (cue jokes about the usual quality of my blog posts).  I was going to do my usual Sunday Cinema;  we started the movie watching portion of our day shortly after noon.  However, I cooked an actual Sunday dinner and we put the television on Snapped while we ate.  It’s still on, but the current episode is one I’ve seen more than once.  Maybe I can mention the movie we did watch and list a few others we might watch next.  After I hit Publish.

Doesn’t it look mysterious and spooky?

We wanted something scary but one we had not seen recently, so I suggested The Spiral Staircase (1946), which we have on VHS (just to show how old school we can be).  I was hoping to find a picture with Elsa Lanchester, but her part isn’t all that big.  Still, we love Elsa Lanchester, so I suggested we have an Elsa Lanchester film festival.  We could continue the spooky theme with Bride of Frankenstein (1935).

I should have had such a ‘do on my wedding day.

After that, we could watch Witness for the Prosecution (1957).  Elsa Lanchester’s role in this film is neither in the short story nor the stage play, but she is the best character in the flick.

This is also Bride of Frankenstein. Isn’t she pretty?

That is the picture I was looking for when I mentioned Bride.  I got tired of scrolling and looking through my Media Library so used the other one.  Then I found it when I was looking for the next picture. Just a little insight into my blogging methodology.

Spoiler alert: He doesn’t murder her.

Next we might go color with Murder By Death (1976).  That is a star-studded romp, and the first video I ever gave Steve, back when we were dating.  We have it on DVD now.

How many can you name?

Well, we won’t have any time to watch any movies if I don’t finish this post and hit Publish.  At least I’ve typed myself into a better mood. Happy Sunday, folks!

 

Many Monsters on Cinema Sunday

It has become something of a routine with me to have Sunday Cinema.  I just love to knit or crochet and watch movies on a Sunday.  Why not make a blog post with movie pictures as well?  Of course we are watching Halloween movies right now (but you know I love to watch Halloween movies all year ’round).  Additionally, we saw on Facebook that it is Elsa Lanchester’s birthday today.  Accordingly, we started with Bride of Frankenstein (1935).

Isn’t she pretty?

My favorite part of the move is the introduction, with Lord Byron, Percy Shelley,and his wife, Mary, who, of course, wrote Frankenstein.  In the movie, the events that follow are not in her original tale, but in parts of The Bride of Frankenstein are in the book Frankenstein.  I must re-read that book.  So may books, so little time.  After that fun movie, Steven suggested one I have been in the mood to watch for a while now, Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte (1964) with the divine Bette Davis.  It also features a wonderful Agnes Moorehead, the bitchy Olivia DeHavilland and another favorite, Cecil Kellaway.  Oh, now I fell badly for not mentioning Mary Astor and Joseph Cotten.  Now I’m thinking I did not even talk about the magnificent Boris Karloff in Bride of Frankenstein.  Well, I can’t mention everybody all the time.

Bette Davis. Who else do you need in a movie?

After Charlotte, I suggested one of our cheesy movies, because those are often shorter.  We love Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte, but it is a long movie, which is kind of a detriment on a day when I like to watch multiple flicks.  I read off titles on our DVD collection, 50 Horror Classics till Steven said, “Let’s watch that one.”  It was The Mad Monster, with the marvelously theatrical George Zucco (I quote the booklet that came with the collection).

I just didn’t want the wolf to come to a bad end.

Full disclosure:  I missed part of the movie while I went into the kitchen to make my salad for the upcoming week’s lunches.  Sometime the worst thing about Sunday is that tomorrow’s Monday.  However, I shall not repine.  I have finished my blog post and there is still time to watch another movie.  I hope your weekend was grand.

 

 

 

Sometimes I Just Want Monsters

It was love at first sight.

I am watching The Bride of Frankenstein, looking for a little cinematic comfort food.  Regular readers know how I love old time movie monsters.  When I went to New Hartford (NY) this afternoon, I rather thought I would make a couple of interesting stops and mention them in a blog post.  Instead I got back-ended and drove straight home.  I wasn’t going to mention that, but I thought it would be unbearably coy of me to say I was shaken and feeling fragile without explaining why.

I’m quite all right, of course.  It’s just that I’m such a big fat baby about such things.  The point is, I came home and after a couple of long phone calls with insurance companies, I read an Agatha Christie book (also comforting) and looked for one of my favorite movies to try to even myself out.  Which does not make for the most scintillating of blog posts, but you’ll have that, especially with me.  Eventually I got so cold, I made myself some soup, which I ate with a Heidelberg roll left over from Christmas dinner.  Yum.

Doesn’t she look classy? I really must take up embroidery again.

I had it in mind to watch Bride of Frankenstein a few days ago, because it was Elsa Lanchester’s birthday.  I adore Elsa Lanchester.  I think she has a better part in Witness for the Prosecution, but we saw that more recently, and anyways, there are no monsters in it.  I really felt I must have monsters.

I may not be this good-looking, but the description is dead on.

I close with a picture I quite identify with. “I myself am entirely made of flaws stitched together with good intentions.”  I am going to declare this a Non-Sequitur Thursday and drive on.