Taiwanese Posters for Evil Dead 2, Return of the Living Dead, Jaws & Nightmare on Elm Street 3
Red of Tooth & Concept
For some reason, I don’t think Spain watched the same Frankenstein that the rest of us did.
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Moose was horror icon Lon Chaney Jr’s faithful canine companion. The pair were inseparable, with Moose allegedly able to recognize Chaney no matter what makeup a role called for. Moose was tragically run over by a studio car during the filming of 1944’s Cobra Woman. Moose achieved screen immortality, appearing as the Wolf that bit Chaney as Larry Talbot and cursed him to forever fear what he’d become by the light of the full moon as The Wolf Man.
Early Special Effects Photo, 1905
This seems to be a German illustration depicting La Bête’s various assaults on the French peasants (note to the left, a hunting party attacking the Beast who is eating a corpse, to the right the Beast is about to attack a man, while another illustration depicts the animal crossing a river in search of people to eat, etc.). Not sure of the date.
Estampe allemande,
Bibliothèque Nationale, Cabinet des estampes,
Copie visible au Parc des Loups du Gévaudan, Marvejols
A corpse posed in a life tableau as a fireman. Looking at the picture more closely reveals that his eyes are distinctly rolled into the back of his head.
“ Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it
Maurice Sendak
“ People say, “Oh, Mr. Sendak, I wish I were in touch with my childhood self, like you.” As if it were all quaint and succulent, like Peter Pan. Childhood is cannibals and psychotics vomiting into your mouth! I say, “You ARE in touch, lady. You’re mean to your kids, you treat your husband like shit, you lie, you’re selfish…that is your childhood self!” In reality, childhood is deep and rich. It’s vital, mysterious and profound. I remember my own childhood vividly. I knew terrible things but I knew I mustn’t let adults know I knew. It would scare them.
Maurice Sendak
