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Thursday, June 17, 2021

Darlings, I Have Simply GOT To Have This Dress!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                              Back in the day, around 1980, when Deborah Harry's song, "The Tide Is High" was topping the charts, there was this moment when I SO wanted to be her.  That's right, dolls!  Me!!!!!!!!!!!   I can thankfully say that NEVER,  not even for a minute, did I want to be Madonna!!!!!!!!!!!


                                                  Now, forty one years later, this dress makes me want to be Deborah again.  It is not just the red, thought that certainly is part of it. Look at it, closely.  Outlined within the red fabric, is  the black-and-white image of  Janet Leigh, screaming, in the shower scene from  "Psycho!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


                                                     This has become known as the "Psycho" dress.  Girls,  dolls, someone,  find me the designer, or someone skilled  enough  to  knock  this  off,  for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                                        I mean, when  I  eventually start re-entering the social  scene, what a spectacular entry outfit this would  make!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                                        Help me, girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                                         Deborah,  call me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Separated At Birth--Mike Lindell, And Adolf Hitler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                      Girls, I am telling you, the resemblance is uncanny.


                                      Though I have always hated his faux cheeriness on his My Pillow commercials, after seeing him emerge, last year,  from a secret door entrance, housing our former President, I knew he was no good!  Hell, I knew it, before!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                        But I have never seen him display the anger I know lurks beneath, and when  I did, as seen above, I could not help noticing the resemblance to Hitler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                         I mean, if some filmmaker wants to make a film within a film, about how  Leni Riefenstahl made her 1935 film, "Triumph Of The Will," he would be a great choice to play Hitler!!!!!!!!!!!!!  But who would play Reni??????????????????????????


                                           Truly, Lindell is disgusting, and ever two gents deserved each other, it is  Lindell and Hitler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                              He even seems to  be going,  "Heil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Forget The French, Darlings; It Will Probably Be Dubbed! Join Us All, This Saturday Eve, As Svengoolie Presents "Curse Of The Living Dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


                                               I have never seen this one, either, girls, so I  am just as lost as you.  A French horror film??????????  The French are not known for this genre; an exception being the brilliant  1960 film, "Les Yeux Sans Visage!"


                                                Though made in '74, I am not sure what time period it is in.  The plot touches on  vampires, two  girls who were raped by pirates, and trapped on an  island--seems  like everything is being thrown in the pot!


                                                 Judging from the poster above, there might be a heaving bosom, or two, but don't  go by my word.


                                                   Just go on a delightful, potentially camp  journey on Saturday, with yours truly, David,  Baby Gojira, and Kerwyn! Plus we now have a coffined Svengoolie and a Baby Kerwyn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                                      Certain to be the highlight of  our week.  Allow it to be yours!


                                                      Share the  fun with us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                                Girls,  girls, girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, June 16, 2021

So, Girls, What Did We Learn From "How To Make A Monster???????????????????????"


                                         We learned two things, darlings.  First, that it actually is possible to humanize camp, and that Michael Landon was already too big  for his britches, as he did not return to his original  role of Teenage Werewolf.  AIP had no trouble getting Gary Conway to  recreate his original Teenage Frankenstein.


                                          The film's premise is human and simple, and, up to a point, one can sympathize with Pete Dumond,  played by Robert H. Harris, who, noted earlier, as I said,  played Henry Bellamy, in the 1967 classic of every gay's youth, "Valley Of The Dolls."  And I am still Neely, darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!         "NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELYYYYYYYYYYYYYY  O"HARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"


                                             Pete is in a position all too many of us have faced, and still do.  He has been his studio's top make-up artist, for twenty-five years.  He is especially adept at monsters.   He is clearly gay, but I question his relationship with his assistant,  Rivero, played by Paul Brinegar.   I don't think there is  any kind of sex thing between them,  just some good,  old fashioned, symbiotic domination.


                                                A new regime comes in, and Pete is given a pink slip.  As Mama Rose said, "Thanks a lot, and out with the garbage!"  One instantly feels sorry for Pete.  But then he takes some extreme measures.  Retirement turns him into a serial killer.  Because he goes after, not only the  two moguls who canned him--and they deserved it, for saying monster films are out, but beach party musicals  are in!!!!!!!!!!!--but even a cop on the lot, who is closing in.  Hey, the two genres have always co-existed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                                This is where suspension of disbelief comes in.  Because, by means of some chemical make-up base, that has a  hypnotic  component, he transforms the  Teenage Frankenstein and Werewolf actors into acolytes, willing to do his bidding; that is, kill.  Trouble begins when, in Teenage Caveman make-up,  Dumond has to kill  a cop on the  lot,  and, eventually, his assistant  Rivero.  I really hated him, at this point.


                                                  The tragic truth is revealed, at the end.  If you have not seen it, please stop reading here.  When the story moves to Dumond's home, it is clear he is beyond spinsterhood, if not sanity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Frames of all his creations, (actually those of actual AIP makeup artist,  Phillip Scheer!) including everyone's favorite, Cucumbo, adorn his walls, now in  glorious technicolor, a  la "The Wizard OF  Oz"-- in what looks less like a  residence, and more a Movieland Wax  Museum.  And he calls his creations "My children!"  When they and  Pete are  destroyed by fire, you have to feel sorry.


                                                    This actually had  some thought to  it.  The  title was  multi-meaning--Pete's termination deranged him, and turned him into a monster, the young actors are playing monsters,  and  we see how the make-up job is done.  Quite ingenious,  in its own, quiet way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                                       But the best reason to see this is for that technicolor glimpse of Cucumbo, on  the  wall!  If only more had  been done,  with  him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                          See Cucumbo,  in  the background???????????????????????

Happy Birthday, Faith Domergue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                             Can you believe it, girls?????????  Just eight days ago, I was talking about how great she was in 1955's "Cult Of The Cobra," as the Snake Goddess, and today, besides being Bloomsday, and my niece's birthday, turns out would have been Faith Domergue's 97th birthday.  Alas, she died, back on April 4, 1999, at the age of  74!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                                                I know what you are thinking.  The resemblance to Hedy Lamarr is stunning!   Faith was quite a looker, New Orleans born, discovered at 16, whisked away by Howard Hughes, and best known for her role as Professor Lesley Joyce, in  the 1955 film, "It Came From Beneath The Sea."  You know, where the giant octopus/squid (?) destroys San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge.   Too bad it did not lay eyes on Faith!  It would have  flipped.


                                                                   1955 was her big year,  what with 'Sea,' 'Cobra,' and "This Island Earth."  She never achieved "A" status, but, then, did she really need to?  She was married  three times, and had two children.


                                                                      AND--she was a practicing Catholic.  No Bernadette, but no slattern, either!!!!!!!!!!!  How could she be, with a name like  Faith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                                                        Happy Birthday, Faith Domergue!  Let's hear it, from all  her fans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


 

"Stately, Plump Buck Mulligan..........."


                                      Yes, darlings, it is again Bloomsday.  And no, for all my literary erudition, I  have not read "Ulysses," though it has been on my shelf for years.  I still promise myself I  will, but, at almost 67, who knows?  Well, hope springs eternal, doesn't it, darlings????????????????


                                        For those uninitiated, this day has two meanings.  It is the exact date, back in  1904, that Joyce's classic novel takes place.  Which has always made me wonder why he chose that date,  and when he actually began to write "Ulysses."


                                          The second meaning is this was the date on which Joyce met Nora, the woman who would become his wife.  Her maiden name was--now, get this!--Barnacle!!!!!!!!!!!  How apt for a man destined to become a world, not just Irish, literary icon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                              I questioned myself today, standing in the living room at mid-afternoon.   Should I get the book and read "Molly Bloom's Soliloquy" out loud?  I thought about it.  But, then, so many better than I have.  I would love to hear MERYL or Blythe do  it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                               So, Happy Bloomsday, however you celebrate it!  Even with Irish tea,  and cakes and dainties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                     Here is  Angeline Ball, reciting the last fifty lines of  "Molly Bloom's Soliloquy!"


                                     "Yes, I said,  Yes, I will,  YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"--                                                                                       the final lines of  "Molly Bloom's Soliloquy."

 

Time To Welcome A New Reader, Girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                         I saw last night the follower indicator was now at 115, meaning we have a new  reader to welcome to the wacky and wonderful world of this blog.  And just when it seems--mind you,  I  am only saying seems--things appear to be returning to--oh, think  of it!--normal!


                                         As for who this reader may be, I cannot be sure, but I have an idea.  So, to that  person,  I say welcome;  I hope what follows lives up to what brought you here.  Lord know,  I do my best, in these trying  times.

                                           My God, sometimes I find myself writhing and suffering, in bed, like  Jennifer Jones, here next to Ermadean Walters, in the opening of  "The Song Of Bernadette."  Those initial, gasping, asthmatic breaths, and head turning, were the beginning of Jones' road to the 1943 Best Actress Oscar she most deservedly won.


                                            But I am no saint, or Oscar winner, just a blogger out to  please my readers.


                                             So, newcomer, welcome to this blog!   May it turn  out to be all you expected.


                                              Of course, I cannot welcome you, without the blog's unofficial theme song.  Here it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                         

                                                             Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!