|Charles Laughton's bride|
That my friends would be "Frankenstein." I first time I saw the movie "Frankenstein" was when I was ten years old (1951) at the Roosevelt Theater in Downingtown, Pennsylvania.
It cost me 20 cents and I think I was with my younger brothers John and Isaac. I knew we were going to see a "monster" picture but I had no idea just how scary "Frankenstein" was. But I soon found out.
|Frankie "come hither look" - a sure grabber|
When Dr. Frankenstein raised The Monster (who is commonly erroneously referred to as "Frankenstein" but is really The Monster) on that raised platform to opening at the top of the decrepit castle to the lightening bolts of the thunderstorm which was to give life to Frankenstein, I thought "Oh, what did I get myself into?"
|Be still my heart|
Then when he lowered that platform and Dr. Frankenstein looked for a sign of life and he saw the monster's fingers move, I thought "Oh, I want to get out of here." I was scared to death.
I sat glued to my seat, fearing to make a move in the darkened movie theater. For the first time in my life I was SCARED. Seriously, I can never remember a time before that I was so petrified.
|My house guest last month - I told him to take off his shoes|
There were many scary moments in this film that had me transfixed but perhaps the most memorable was the ending and the windmill scene. The one scene where the monster and Dr. Frankenstein made eye contact through the spokes of the windmill wheel. I don't know why, but that few seconds of "I know what you did" has stayed with me my whole life.
Just like the shower scene in "Psycho" (not near as scary but still pretty good), that eye contact scene has never left my memory.
Someday I may be old and in some care facilities, with little of my brain function left but I'm sure I'll remember that eye contact scene.
But then I'm sure many of you will remember the "Daisy" scene.
For some reason that didn't have as much resonance with me although it probably should have because the monster comes out of nowhere on a bright and sunny day, plucking petals from a daisy with a delightful little girl.
Somehow I identify more with the flung body of Dr. Frankenstein on the windmill fan, and his body dropping to the ground.
|This picture reminds me the the present day Republican Party (left, Dr. Frankenstein) and the Tea Party (right, The Monster)|
I'm sure there is a logical psychological explanation somewhere there but I haven't been able to figure it out after all these years since I saw my first and scariest horror film ever, "Frankenstein." By the way, I always thought Dr. Frankenstein (God no, not the Monster) was sort of cute.