Horrorween Day 29 / 31: Hatchet for the Honeymoon (1970) dir. Mario Bava
"My name is John Harrington. I'm 30 years old. I am a paranoiac. Hmph... "paranoiac". An enchanting word. So civilized, and full of possibilities. The truth is, I am completely mad... the realization which annoyed me at first, but is now amusing to me. Quite amusing. Nobody suspects I am a madman... a dangerous murderer. Not Mildred, my wife... nor the employees of my fashion center... nor, of course, my customers. Poor little fly. Why are you so daring? You're so fragile... and yet you're born, you reproduce yourself, and you die, like man. The difference is that you don't think, and you don't need to remember. You don't fear death because you ignore it. Your insignificant life is a mere biological accident. But death exists, I can assure you, and that's what makes life a ridiculous and brief drama. But the fact remains that I have killed five young women, three of whom are buried in the hothouse: Carol, Mary, Margaret. They were the friendliest, the most attractive ones. There is one problem. I must go on wielding the cleaver. It's most annoying. But when I begin to hear the footsteps... those stealthy footsteps... I know I must kill. And I shall have to keep on killing, until I find out the whole truth. That's it: until I find out the whole truth."
"Someday, I'll write a song. And she'll come begging to sing it."
My Gal Sal (1942) dir. Irving Cummings || Costume Design by Gwen Wakeling