Richard Daybell – Novels, stories and short humor
(If you read that title and thought I was going to write about the New Hampshire Republican Primary, shame on you.)
Each year, as Halloween approaches, we begin to think about our annual mini scary film festival – a half dozen frightening Halloween treats. It’s not always that easy to come up with just the right movies. We prefer to have our shivers served without a lot of gratuitous gore and graphic violence. This pretty much eliminates most horror films made within the last twenty years or so. We avoid any movie that ends with . . .of the Dead, for this will surely feature cannibalistic zombies with decomposing bodies, and I will be up on my soapbox shouting: “Real zombies don’t eat people.” And we’re not partial to chainsaws.
Nevertheless, I headed to Netflix with high hopes. There’s certainly a lot to choose from. The horror genre offers over a dozen subcategories from Vampire to Monster to Cult and Classics. I opted for horror classics of course. This includes many true classics ranging through the years from Nosferatu and the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari to The Shining and Rosemary’s Baby. There are, however a surprising number that might be considered questionable at best (these are actual titles, folks): Bloody Pit of Horror (Is there any other kind?), Godmonster of Indian Flats (It’s a giant, bloodthirsty lamb.), I Eat Your Skin (Pair that with the proper wine.), Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things (Kick the Can gets a little sloppy, I imagine.), Psycho a-Go-Go (Is that the frugue she’s doing in the shower scene?), Jesse James Meets Frankenstein’s Daughter (At the Bloody Pit of the O.K. Corral) and Attack of the Puppet People (Kukla, Fran and Ollie eat your skin).
This year we’ll revisit the Exorcist, Stepford Wives and Cape Fear. I couldn’t help tossing in the double feature King of Zombies/Revolt of the Zombies because they’re about zombies who don’t eat people. And there’s always room for those stalwarts that aren’t really scary anymore, just fun: Frankenstein, the Wolf Man and Bela Lugosi as Dracula. “I never drink (dramatic pause) wine.” And I never eat (one more dramatic pause) skin.