When Whale opened with the Shelleys and Lord Byron recounting the patently unfaithful events of the previous film, my curiosity was piqued. When he brought in the cunty elder queer mad scientist to be Henry’s foil, my full attention was seized. When he beautifully adapted the Monster’s meeting with the blind hermit and then they smoked that abled pack together, I knew Whale was going beast mode.
Karloff here: cinema’s first incel?
Carpenter does such a great job in the first 10 minutes making you believe what you’re about to watch isn’t just another horror movie, or even another Carpenter classic, but something truly apocalyptic. And he manages to carry that dread throughout, at least in spurts. I think seeing the dream/transmission sequences on Twitter a few years ago successfully prevented them from psyching me out too badly this time around, but at the cost of some of the imagery’s power. Thankfully there was other spooky stuff to cover the loss. Did not very much enjoy the glimpses into the Anti-God mirror abyss!
After the movie, Ashley dragged me over to Chili’s, as she’s been begging to do for a long time. She recommended I get the Triple Dipper, which comes with your choice of three dippable appetizers. I decided on the Big Mouth Bites, two cheeseburger sliders with bacon, ranch, and onion; the honey-chipotle chicken crispers; and the fried mozzarella. The Big Mouth Bites were solid. I don’t eat sliders very often, but I see the appeal. The burgers were well-cooked but…
