Yesterday was Boris Karloff day on TCM, baby. DVR'd me some great classic horror. The Black Cat, The Mummy, The Walking Dead (no, not that tired old Zombie tv show) and, yowza, Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein. Lord, how I love those two flicks. James Whale was a genius. Colin Clive was the perfect tortured actor to play the tormented monster maker. Dwight Frye...do I have to explain? The best Frankenstein flicks ever. Oh sure, they took major liberties with my beloved Mary's original story, but, I'd betcha a dollar, she would have loved em too. After all, she loved the original stage production of her novel, and it made as many changes as the Carl Lemmle production.
And Bride...how could you not love it? The whole opening scene, on a stormy night, at what we are to assume is the Villa Diodati, with Lord Byron and Percy Shelley encouraging Mary (played by the lovely Elsa Lancester, who also played the aforementioned BRIDE) to continue her story...can I get a hell yeah? And Ernest Thesiger as the evil Doctor Pretorious? Are you kidding me? If you don't like this flick, not only can we NOT hang out, you can't even wash my socks. Blehh.
Love dead...hate living...