Equally as provocative as the original Frankenstein, the Bride of Frankenstein is a well-deserved classic.
The Bride of Frankenstein eerily and accurately presages American’s late 20th-century obsession with plastic surgery–of cutting up a person until you have sewn enough pretty parts of other people on to them that they finally, albeit briefly, satisfy your lust.
It is also curious how much Rose McGowan resembles Elsa Lanchester.
I have a friend who thinks Timothy Dalton was the best James Bond.
He will tell you, most assuredly, that he holds this opinion solely on the merits. He doesn’t. The reason why he thinks Timothy Dalton was the best James Bond is because no one does.
My friend is a dyed-in-the-wool, obstinate contrarian.
My friend only adores those things no one else will. Why? Does he really love them? No, what he loves is the self-servicing sense of whatever secret he has convinced himself he has “found” (read her, invented) to defend his choice.
By choosing what no one else will, my friend feels important, as if he alone has found some heretofore unknown gem.
He despises all things popular. For example, he liked J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings until Peter Jackson shared those literary works with the rest of the world (albeit in film form) — now he disavows any respect for them. Why? Again, because everyone now knows about them.
So why am I sharing this with you?
Because at some point you will run into your contrarian.
Nothing you can say will dislodge his prejudices, because his prejudices are not based on logic or reason. The contrarian’s prejudices, his or her ridiculous preferences, are based in an emotional need for non-conformity.
Know this, and you will be able to successfully maneuver around the contrarian in your life.
Revisiting Le Morte d’Arthur, the perennial classic by Sir Thomas Malory and The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli.
The Ottoman Centuries by Lord Kinross is a new read.
I had the biggest crush on Pam Grier growing up.
I just wanted to give an oblogatory nod to Mr. Howard Winchester Hawks who, from 1926 to 1970 created some of the seminal works in Cinema.
Some of my favorites:
- Scarface (1932)
- Bringing Up Baby (1938)
- Only Angels Have Wings (1939)
- His Girl Friday (1940)
- Sergeant York (1941)
- The Big Sleep (1946)
- Red River (1948)
- Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953)
- Rio Bravo (1959)
I am most thankful, however, for his Hawksian Woman—sharp dressed, quick-witted, self-assured, and sexy. Beauty as a razor, flashing and sharp.
Many of my own works incorporate a similar style of female lead and I make no apologies for them.
(Note to Self: I probably need to back this up by getting Nicole in another movie.)
The song “No sound but the wind” by the Editors is one of the most beautiful songs I’ve heard in a long time.
Slow, sincere and begging, it plays like a poignant church hymn.