Jamie
@vanjpes
Tired enthusiast. Mostly here to post about old television shows, films, comedy, books, and horror. Rambles and tangents on culture here:
An outstandingly good Chaney is at times heartbreaking and others unnerving as a man pushed beyond what he can take when the past won’t leave him be. Thematically very grim, it’s an intense film juxtaposing moments of hope and darkness until a disturbing, grotesque, ultimately sad final reel.
Tonight’s 📽️ He Who Gets Slapped (1924, dir. Victor Sjöström). Filled in more of my Lon Chaney filmography with this wild tale of a scientist betrayed by his benefactor and his wife finding a new home in a circus as a clown who gets slapped, until the unlikely opportunity for revenge presents itself.
Been a while since a good horror 📽️ so went for a favourite: House of Dark Shadows (1970, dir. Dan Curtis). Borderline incoherent, it’s a bloody treat for those familiar with the show. Gloriously unhinged, with beautiful production design and yet looking like it was shot in 48hrs, it’s a delight.
It does mean new book day, and even if anyone dies in something like this, there’s a good chance they’ll pop up later on alive in the shower
You: a refined adult who breakfasts on muesli and fresh fruit Me: technically grown up, eating alphabet cereal in the middle of the day
Touché, charity book store I just dropped about 50 books off with, touché. It would be rude not to.
Happy BOTD…uh…day to Tod Browning (in 1880), one of the great, genuinely weird American filmmakers. Treat yourself to one of his silent pictures today, maybe one with Lon Chaney in it, but not this one, because it doesn’t exist anymore. Then read how fucked up Browning’s life was. You know, for fun.
Love this only remaining still from a children’s version of the Ring legend, BBC, late 1970s
On a little journey through the original The Addams Family, and (by no means a novel thought) the way they love each other and are completely, thrillingly comfortable and comfortable in who they are - particularly Morticia and Gomez, apart and together- is beautiful. But, you know, with gags.
The whole thing is one step away from ‘started with a small inheritance’ for sure
Fascinating because it crosses several lines, from (mostly) straight ahead period police procedural, to pitch black comedy, and strange, almost poetic slivers of rural fantasy and rural horror, playing like a child’s fantasy of right and wrong. Plus June Carter Cash as a fortune-telling witch.
Still mulling over the weekend’s 📽️ Murder in Coweta County (1983, dir. Gary Nelson), a fascinating, unusual television movie retelling of a true crime story, with Andy Griffith in a heel turn as a thoroughly bad guy and Johnny Cash as the sheriff who won’t let him get away with murder.
Up to the ‘Freaks, Geeks & Outsiders’ episode on a run through of History of the Sitcom, about the importance of different stories being seen, and apparently The Munsters and The Addams Family are about ‘freaks’ and ‘outsiders’? Not blueprints for how to live. Huh.
On a train, possibly - almost certainly - the only passenger listening to The Witch’s Tale, this one about two brothers who inherit a place in Louisiana nicknamed ‘Graveyard Mansion’, arrogantly mocking the local legends… They don’t know what they are missing.
Quite taken here with how the original voice cast of The Flintstones - if you squint - look a little like middle-aged real life versions of their cartoon counterparts, all except Mel Blanc, who is no Barney Rubble however you shake it (no shade on Blanc inferred)
I love this photo of birthday boy Vincent Price (botd 1911), in his element at a 1965 Dodger Stadium game, handing out hot dogs
Remembering Christopher Lee on the occasion of his birthday (botd in 1922) and celebrating this, one of the greatest publicity photos in cinema history
On this World Dracula Day, let us remember Jeremy Brett and Raúl Juliá in their stage Count costumes, with Edward Gorey-designed scenery
Remembering Peter Cushing, one of the best to ever do it, on the occasion of his birthday (botd in 1913)
As ever, I admire Price’s commitment to the advertising/ah fuck it why not buck for projects
Watching a VHS rip of all of the remaining scenes Vincent Price shot for his ultimately abandoned 1982 directorial debut, a faithful adaptation of Stoker’s classic
Fascinating reading this for a little background research for the asides about art and integrity
Dug out Dick Briefer’s collection of Frankenstein horror strips, for fans of an iteration of the monster who is absolutely not here for people’s pitchfork mob bullshit at all. Carnage.
I finished @jnraeside.bsky.social’s very, very good Don’t Make Me Laugh yesterday and its tale of scumbaggery (men), skullduggery (women, because men), and the dark side of the comedy industry is going to linger for a while. Cracking ending, too, satisfyingly brutal. Very much recommended.
Today’s 📽️ Dr Pyckle and Mr Pride (1925, dirs. Pembroke, Rock). Stan Laurel experiments with good and evil sides in this enjoyably light froth, his wickedness confined largely to annoying the shit out of people. Some solid filmmaking balances out a lot of appropriately shameless mugging. It’s decent.