Archive for Son of Frankenstein

A Heap of Tangled Lims

Posted in FILM with tags , , , on March 25, 2013 by dcairns

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“New thrills!”

I’ve been busy over at Limerwrecks, contributing to an epic series working its way through the FRANKENSTEIN films — ace host Hilary Barta and I recently moved from SON OF (rich in rhyming possibilities) to GHOST OF (something of a snooze neither of us can remember too clearly). Here’s the rundown on my rhymes, but you might be quicker just heading over there via this link and scrolling down — that way you’ll get the benefit of all the other contributors’ limerickage.

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DC on SON OF FRANKENSTEIN here and here.

DC on GHOST OF FRANKENSTEIN here, here (Dwight Frye again!), here, here, and here.

Rambova: First Blood

Posted in FILM with tags , , , , , , on February 28, 2013 by dcairns

Two SON OF FRANKENSTEIN limericks — 1 and 2. With good titles!

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Meanwhile, The Forgotten this week deals with a production designer & costume designer rather than the more usual auteurist figure of director. Natacha Rambova will assail your eyeballs with all manner of rousy gear – step this way.

Film Directors with their Shirts Off: A Lean Torso

Posted in FILM with tags , , , , , on February 12, 2013 by dcairns

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David Lean on holiday. A suitably scenic backdrop, and Mrs Lean.

I love the story of Lean swimming with crew in the river on a day off during the shooting of BRIDGE ON THE RIVER KWAI. “Bloody millionaire stuff!” says a props man. Lean is intrigued. Define your terms! The props man, who went on to work on every Lean movie, explains that there can’t be anybody in the world, however wealthy, who are luxuriating as splendidly as this British film crew in their tropical river. Lean embraces the term and makes it his motto, selecting projects for their opulence and exoticism from then on.

Since Lean had been raised in a somewhat joyless, Calvinist tradition, this moment can be seen as a kind of awakening for him.  He would tend to forget to have fun in life — Richard Lester recalls him living in the Roman hotel overlooking the zoo that features in Argento’s THE BIRD WITH THE CRYSTAL PLUMAGE, being awoken by animal roars at 5am, and living on sausage rolls which had to be specially sourced, since Italians rightly shun such savory trash. But at least in his choice of subject he would henceforth ensure stimulating locations.

It’s all in here: David Lean: A Biography

Meanwhile, at Limerwrecks, new work by yours truly, mostly on that lyric work, SON OF FRANKENSTEIN, here, here (Lionel Atwill’s arm), here (is Dwight Frye a face in the crowd?), and here (Ygor!). You’ll find plenty more by other (gnarled, palsied) hands if you hunt about.

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