I always seem to have a bit of a horror hangover after October, and therefore, there was not as much horror consumed as usual, but there was still some.
Book: Herself by Elsa Lanchester. It is a fascinating read about a charming, underrated actor and singer. The book has some fabulous photographs of Elsa's career and private life. It is well written and does not shy away from Charles Laughton and the shadow of homosexuality. Her frank account shows that being a glamorous couple does not mean that their lives together are.
Film: The Puppetman. It is a film that is never cool, grand, or arrogant, but it still does not achieve what it sets out to do. The film is flawed, but I was engaged and entertained, helped by a great lead actor. However, it is not going to leave a lasting impression.
Writing: Writing for my A to Z of Horror (so bad, they’re good, bad and ugly horror films) seems to be the creative piece I have been working on the most recently. Here is another sample. Any suggestion on what “so bad, they’re good” film I am talking about? - At 90 minutes long, the film does not have an opportunity to drag, and its ending is fantastic. As we are in the city centre, we have some punks driving around snorting cocaine out of a cola can.
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