Sunday, June 26, 2011

Frankenstein’s Bloody Terror (1968)

Frankenstein’s Bloody Terror (1968) (USA 1971)

In Super 70MM Chill-O-Rama!
AKA - La Marca Del Hombre-Lobo (The Mark of the Wolf Man)

County of Origin – Spain

Sub-genre – Euro-horror

Featured Monsters – Werewolves and Vampires


Film status – Classic/Cult

So here’s the scene – I’m six or seven years old and I love me some monster movies, especially the classic Universal films from the 30’s – 40’s. Every Saturday afternoon a local TV station would do a program called “Screen Scares” (if I’m remembering this correctly) where they would play those old films in glorious black and white. This was my early horror education and while my friend’s heroes were Football players mine were Bela Lugosi, Boris Karloff and Lon Chaney Jr.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Welcome!

Hello there! Wait, don’t be afraid! I’m not going to hurt you. What are you doing in the cemetery at this ungodly hour? Ah, you’ve lost your way. That’s not at all surprising; the fog is thick this evening and you can hardly see the moon through the clouds. But where are my manners! Please allow me to introduce myself; I am Jargo Abendroth and I’m the caretaker of these grounds.

Yes, I’ll be happy to show you the way out of course. I’ve been here for a very, very long time now you see, and even in this darkened gloom I know my way around the cemetery like the back of my hand. Follow me, but whatever you do don’t stray too far.

While I’m indeed sympathetic to your situation I must confess that I find it pleasant to have the opportunity to finally chat with someone who’s still warm for a change. Normally I only have the dead to keep me company, and they’re terrible conversationalists. Ah, it’s a lonely existence but I find ways to . . . amuse myself.

You see, each of these moldering tombstones, sunken graves and crumbling crypts has a story to tell, some of them rather fascinating. In fact, consider this one for instance. Here, I’ll hold the lantern closer so you can read the inscription. Let us rest here for a moment and I’ll tell you all about it. The night is young after all. . .