I first saw a serious vampire movie through AMC’s Monsterfest in 2000, when they played Dracula: Prince of Darkness. These movies inspire laughs, tears, excitement, and aesthetic pleasure, but even when I was ten, none could inspire chills. Tolkien’s.) That’s not to dismiss the entertainment factor, of course mad scientists, shapeshifters, ghosts benevolent and malign, and gill-men of the Amazon are all just plain cool. And Godzilla (1954) is probably the most haunting nuclear allegory in film (this coming from someone whose opinion of allegory usually aligns with J.R.R. Themes of romance and spirituality are the strongest selling points of The Mummy (1932). The Bride of Frankenstein is at once an earnest plea from society’s outcasts and a burlesque of the original Frankenstein (1931). The Wolf Man (1941) is a genuinely moving tragedy. They’re entertaining, certainly, and the best of them can engage with a viewer beyond that level.
I’ve been a fan of classic horror for many years, but in all that time, the films have technically failed in their intended task: scaring me. In the case of horror films, my tastes are almost exclusively old. And while I’m not nearly as versed in classic cinema as some of my friends and family think I am, I do like to watch old movies. My favorite sort of weather is snowy, and unless COP26 represents a turnaround in climate negotiations, that’s increasingly going to be a thing of the past. A good percentage of the music I listen to requires an orchestra. All the clothes I like to wear are decades to centuries out of fashion. For as long as I can remember, people have been telling me I was born in the wrong time.
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