According to IMDb, Bela Lugosi was born today in 1882 in Lugos, Hungary.
As one of my childhood heroes (along with Boris Karloff and Lon Chaney), I thought I’d pay tribute!
If found this gem on Amazon Video last evening: Paterson. It’s the story of a quiet guy, Paterson (Adam Driver) who lives with his girlfriend Laura (Golshifteh Farahani) and her dog, and drives a bus for a living. He’s also a poet, carrying a notebook around with him and composing verses in his head as he observes the passengers and other people that he encounters.
Knowing Jim Jarmusch’s work (Broken Flowers, Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai, Coffee and Cigarettes) I expected something quirky and inventive, but I didn’t expect it to be so moving and inspiring. Granted that by the end of the movie, you’ll not know whether you want to kill the girlfriend first, or the dog, this was still a charming and life-affirming way to spend a couple of hours.
I’m raking in the coals of memory again.
An aunt had given us books as presents for Christmas. I got Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, Robert Louis Stevenson’s Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.
They were all abridged versions, and must have been from one of those cheap imprints where the classics cost a pound each. The covers were off-white and upon opening, already had that musty, ancient book smell – they must have sat upon a shelf in a warehouse for some time.
But the enchantment contained therein was rich and potent. I had classics in my hand and I would read them all. I would smell them and read them, and stare for what seemed like hours at the cover images before I even dared to open them and suckle at the dark nipple of gothic romance.
And, despite what christians will tell you, Dickens’ Christmas classic is the ‘Greatest Story Ever Told’ – a tale of self-discovery and redemption that never gets old, and which is constantly re-told and re-invented. Stephen King’s utterance on books being a kind of ‘portable magic’ never rang so true as in my days and weeks with those volumes.
While visiting my parents, I found two of the books amongst dozens, possibly hundreds from my childhood on some shelves in the basement. They were part of the ‘Minster Classics’ range, and my missing version of Frankenstein is still available online second-hand (just ordered myself a copy!).
Another realisation (for classic horror movie fans only), is that the cover image the Minster edition of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde seems to be a combination of Fredric March’s Dr. Jekyll from 1932, and John Barrymore’s Mr. Hyde from 1920 – currently available to watch for free.
People are dragging this scene from Billy Madison up practically every time Donald Trump makes an appearance on TV. But, I reckon that it’s worth memorising for any situation in which you have to listen to an ill-considered opinion!
“Mr. Madison, what you’ve just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.”
The writer and director of Bitter Lake has a new film that looks even more interesting and disturbing in equal measures:
“HyperNormalisation tells the extraordinary story of how we got to this strange time of great uncertainty and confusion – where those who are supposed to be in power are paralysed – and have no idea what to do. And, where events keep happening that seem inexplicable and out of control – from Donald Trump to Brexit, the War in Syria, the endless migrant crisis, and random bomb attacks. It explains not only why these chaotic events are happening – but also why we, and our politicians, cannot understand them.”
Mr Stay Puft is currently breaking through the concourse at Waterloo Station.
What could it all mean?