Thank God the Wuhan Coronavirus hasn’t derailed America’s Halloween Animatronic industry:
Lots of zombies, lots of clowns, lots of zombie clowns…
Thank God the Wuhan Coronavirus hasn’t derailed America’s Halloween Animatronic industry:
Lots of zombies, lots of clowns, lots of zombie clowns…
Remember the spider man of Denver and the Japanese woman that secretly lived in a man’s cabinet for a year without him knowing?
Well, the wackiest state in the union manages to one up that one:
A Louisiana man has been arrested after a 15-year-old Florida girl’s parents found he had been living in their daughter’s bedroom closet for more than a month after he met the teen online two years ago and traveled to meet her for sex.
Jonathan Rossmoine, 36, was arrested and charged with multiple sex crimes Sunday after the child’s parents learned he had been secretly living in her bedroom at their family home in Spring Hill, Hernando County.
Rossmoine allegedly confessed to traveling from Louisiana to Florida on multiple occasions to have sex with the child, who described the 36-year-old as her boyfriend.
Police said he then moved into the girl’s room in August, where he would hide out from her parents in the closet and emerge when they left the house.
Even creepier: It’s not the first time this sort of thing has happened, a father found a 42-year old man hiding in his 12-year old daughter’s closet:
See also: Jack Vance’s Bad Ronald.
So they next time your children ask you to check their closet for monsters, remember that there are some in human form…
Part 5 of my third purchase of Zelazny books from Bob Pylant. Book Club editions are something I don’t generally collect (except when they’re the first hardback edition), but I thought these pristine signed hardbacks of the second (or Merlin) Amber trilogy were worth adding. All of these supplement signed first edition hardbacks of the same titles. These are listed in series rather than alphabetical order.
I just picked up The Vincent Price Collection from Shout Factory on Blu-Ray and had a chance to watch The Abominable Dr. Phibes for the first time, a movie that’s now just shy of a half a century old.
It’s less a straight horror film that a black comedy Grand Guignol take on a Jacobean revenge drama, in which organist/inventor/theologian Phibes (Vincent Price, wearing disguises to hide his horrible disfigurement and speaking through mechanical aids) and (never explained) beautiful female assistant Vulnavia (Virginia North) venture from their elaborate Art Deco lair (complete with a raising and lowering organ for Phibes to play, along with an animatronic jazz band) to carry out a series of revenge murders based on Biblical plagues on a team of doctors lead by Dr. Vesalius (old pro Joseph Cotton), who Phibe feels botched his late wife’s surgery. Victims are dispatched by bats (who actually look quite adorable), rats, a particularly nasty mechanical frog mask, and (in the case of British comic actor legend Terry Thomas) having their blood drained.
Police, as usual, are always one step behind the fiendishly clever Phibes.
The film it most reminds me of is near-contemporary Suspiria, in that both are completely nutso, color-drenched horror films of hallucinatory intensity. The art direction by Bernard Reeves is so striking, and so integral to the success of the film, that it’s quite surprising he never did another full-length film.
I actually tracked Reeves down and asked why that was:
Thank you for your enquiry, yes I am the same Bernard Reeves that Art Directed the film Abominable Dr. Phibes.
I did very few films in my life, basically due to the fact I was Production Designer for TV commercials and travelled abroad a lot.
These days he’s best know for his motorsports art.
Phibe’s lair is so vivid that it does a great job of making you forget the usual American International Pictures cheapness in the rest of the film. Another fascinating aspect is that while it’s set in 1925, the design of both Phibe’s lair and of Dr. Vesalius’ house is less straight Art Deco than a version re-imagined through the prism of mod London, with bright colors, wall mirrors and anachronistic red plexiglass panels on Phibe’s organ.
And you can easily imagine Diana Rigg modeling some of Vulnavia’s very sexy fashions in The Avengers.
Speaking of which, Director Robert Fuest (who directed several post-Rigg episodes of same) keeps things moving along at a steady clip, so it never drags over its 94 minutes. It’s not really scary, but it does hold your attention throughout. It’s not as good as Suspiria, manly because nothing matches the crazy intensity of latter film’s first murder, and because we root for Jessica Harper’s protagonist in a way we can’t for Price’s twisted antihero.
Some have talked about The Abominable Dr. Phibes as an example of camp, and while aspects lend themselves to that, distance and the sheer vivid weirdness of the film has given it the feel of an intense fever dream.
Still worth a look.
Part 4 of my third purchase of Zelazny books from Bob Pylant. I probably would have collected these eventually, as part of my half-ass intention to collect every Gregg Press SF hardback, but it was nice to get all the ones I didn’t already have in one fell swoop.
Part 3 of my third purchase of Zelazny books from Bob Pylant. I usually collect only the first hardback edition, and I already have the true firsts of all these. But again, since I’ve already paid for them…
Part 2 of my third purchase of Zelazny books from Bob Pylant:
You may remember these two previous Zelazny purchases. Well, Bob Pylant, the same guy I bought them from, wanted to sell off the reminder of his collection, so I went over to his house and cleaned him out of virtually all his remaining books, Zelazny and otherwise. I’ll be listing some over the next few days, while I’ll be selling others in the next Lame Excuse Books catalog, and still others (like his collection of Zelazny first magazine appearances) will have to wait until even later while I figure out how I want to store and display them.
My primary collecting focus has been on first editions, but Bob collected almost everything Zelazny related, from foreign editions, library market hardback reprints, got Zelazny to sign pristine book club editions, and to every anthology that reprinted a Zelazny story. (I think there are six of seven featuring “Home is the Hangman” alone). I’ll be incorporating the interesting ones into my own collection because, well, I’ve already paid for them, haven’t I?
Bob also did things that I wouldn’t have done, like adding aftermarket dust jackets to books that weren’t issued with them. And there’s one book in this batch he did something particularly odd to.
Here’s the first batch of Zelazny books, the only theme among these that they didn’t fit into any other themes.
Two signed, limited edition states of two books I already have the trade first editions of, both bought cheap from the same eBay seller:
Note: The scan is of the front of the slipcase. The edge of the different picture on the right is where the spine panel image starts.
This just came in:
Chiang, Ted. Exhalation. Subterranean Press, 2020. First signed, limited edition (preceded by the Knopf hardback), #212 of 300 copies, a Fine copy in a Fine dust jacket. Bought from the publisher at the usual discount. Now sold out from the publisher. I will have a very small number of copies available in the next Lame Excuse Books catalog.
I still need to pick up the trade edition of this…