It’s only a nightmare charlie brown

Every year, the Carolina Theatre in downtown Durham hosts the Nevermore Film Festival showcasing horror movies. Typically since the pandemic we manage to catch one film or stream a couple; it’s a lot harder to go hang out there for a weekend when we have to walk dogs. This year, our pick was It’s Only A Nightmare Charlie Brown, the festival’s name for the animated shorts block.

In The Creature of the Deep a lesbian college student grudgingly endures her parents dragging her to her uncle’s home on spring break. Then it turns out she’s there to be her generation’s sacrifice to the underwater horror the family worships …

113 Words for You Today is set on a mining planet where speech is tightly rationed, and one miner is doing his best to save al his words for an evening phone call.

Dungeon Crawler has a woman pick up an old Atari adventure game (the director said in the Q&A that it’s not the only Haunted Atari film out there), somehow connect it up to her computer but hmm, some of the warnings and instructions seem … ominous. Striking, partly because the director uses the voice actor’s real eyes in the animated body to create an uncanny valley effect.

In the extremely creepy The Other, a woman goes looking for her husband and finds him under the bed, hiding — but from what?

The Paper Ghost has Edgar Allan Poe literally pouring his heart out to bring him closer to the dead spirit of his lost love.

Elvira pits a killer in a farming community against a psychic crime-solving rooster.

Foreign Bodies has a woman scratch her skin. Her skin peels back and things crawl out …

The Last Bell is a relatively straight horror story: a vampire hunter warns his wife if he returns after the midnight chimes ring out, he’s been turned. He arrives exactly as the bells finish — should she let him in?

In Lights, kindly little aliens help out an inventor; I liked this, though TYG is right that it’s not at all horror.

The thought of Moving from his home outrages a tween to the point he turns to stone; what’s his family to do?

In Hellwriting, a teacher discovers bad handwriting is the least of her problems with the dark things the students are writing. This was the weakest — it needed some sort of explanation or rationalization to work.

And in A Voice in the Mist, an old woman and her plucky dog protect a young girl from the local sirens.

Links to some past Nevermore viewing here and here (I know there’s more but I haven’t time to find the links).

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One of my goals for 2026 was to have a cool, fun birthday

I think that one goes in the “unachieved” pile.

Last weekend we trimmed Plushie’s fur, getting rid of all the mats and tangles. Given his bum leg, it seemed safer than taking him to a groomer where he’d end up standing a lot longer. We did it in the backyard, leaving lots of fur behind. Maybe that stressed him out which stressed out his digestive system. Sunday night, Plushie’s diarrhea returned. I realized this when he climbed off the bed and tried to run downstairs; I got dressed, not in time, and took him out after he’d done his business on the carpet. Again, later.

(Dudley’s before photo)

Monday night I couldn’t sleep; the conviction I’d have to wake up and clean up the mess alongside TYG got into my head and I couldn’t get rid of it. It turned out nothing happened; however during the first half of the week we did keep having to clean up small leakages. And then clean whatever sheets or towels he’d been sitting on. This takes time. So not a smooth week.

On my birthday eve, I slept like a log and woke up the next morning refreshed. Still, it wasn’t practical to go out and do anything other than necessary errands during the day. I wound up doing a little bit of writing, a little bit of reading, kind of an odd mishmash. However I did accomplish something that pleased me: my passport expires next month and I finally got a digital photo that passed muster, courtesy of the local FedEx office. Completed the online paperwork, now it’s done.

(the After photo)

In the evening we went to Cheesecake Factory which proved indulgently satisfactory. I got a couple of good gifts too, which I’ll mention when I get around to reading them. Overall a decent day but not a birthday for the ages. Next year!

Oh, and in case you’re wondering, we took Plushie to the vet Thursday. They gave us some fresh drugs that seem to have stopped him up. He’s much happier and brighter, which is good.

Despite the demands of the Plush One, and being nearly exhausted for a couple of days, the writing went well. 11,000 words on Let No Man Put Asunder. As it seems to be going well, I’m going to continue working with it and finish this draft possibly by May, then ask for beta readers in my writers’ group (with food in return for reading, as is our standard practice). That was all the writing I got done, but I’m pleased with it. I do see a problem developing, which I’ll discuss sometime soon; as I’m seeing it, I imagine I can deal with it.

On the down side, The Local Reporter is dropping back to monthly publication, one or maybe two stories per reporter per month. Financially that’s a hit; I’ll need to start looking for other gigs immediately. Not that we’re in any peril of running out of cash but I take pride in contributing to the family finances. I’m pessimistic this will work — shrinking coverage isn’t usually going to draw more readers — but I choose to hope they know better.

As for Atomic Junkshop, I discuss unresolved plotlines, Stan Lee’s propensity for mythmaking and what comic books were like in the DCU after the Crisis on Infinite Earths.

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Goodbye amaryllis

As I mentioned in January, TYG’s mum got us an amaryllis.

It turned out really pretty.

Nothing lasts forever, though.

I thought that would be the end. After perusing some articles I’ve learned that with care the amaryllis can last through the year until it blooms next spring. They’re not all in agreement how to do it but pruning the dead stems is definitely the next step.

This isn’t the ideal place for it, for various reasons related to how I arrange my office. However this is the only room with both sufficient sunlight and where I can keep the cats out, as amaryllis is toxic to cats. I shall adapt.

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Biden will never get as much credit as he deserves

I suspect that like many presidents, it will take time to assess Joe Biden’s term in office — good? Good enough? Bad? And that’s assuming we remain a country where serious assessment is possible rather than telling the Necrotic Toddler “Oh, all the presidents before you sucked! You are the bestest, most wonderful president ever!”

Certainly he did plenty wrong. Immigration policy too strict (and that didn’t stop Republicans lying about Completely Open Borders) We needed an attorney general willing to prosecute the Toddler for 1/6, for instance, and Merrick Garland wasn’t. While Biden seemed to grasp how extreme the Republicans had become — I didn’t see any real attempt to compromise and make nice on most issues — we needed more aggressive anti-fascist action (I don’t know what that would be, though). Still I think he accomplished a lot that was good, particularly given the Republican SCOTUS and Democrats’ slim control of the Senate.

The inspiration for this post was a long rant on FB saying the reason Biden lost was that life in America is terribly frustrating for many people, whether from inflation, sexual harassment, the frustration of dealing with corporate America and on going enshittification. The Democratic response was “no, things are pretty good,” which was less effective than the Republican”everything’s wrong because of immigrants, DEI and trans people!”

Perhaps there is some truth to that — a visionary president with some game-changing ideas might have been what we needed (I’m assuming the poster wants something likes that rather than a Clintonesque “I feel your pain.”) Then again, it may be the common assumption that “if the candidate had only embraced my preferred policies, they’d have won,” whether those policies be Medicare for All, taxing the rich or throwing trans people under the bus. The Toddler won on his hatemongering platform; it’s not doing him much good now.

The counter-argument to the post, as countless radicals and reformers discovered in the 1960s and 1970s, is that visionary change takes a lot of work. As Sara Davidson says in Loose Change, the radical left dreamed of smashing the system and building back better. The center held. However, she says, the smaller scale changes were not insignificant: the Vietnam War ended, Nixon out of office, the draft ended, women legally shielded from discrimination in the workplace (yes, I know discrimination still exists but the legal baseline is still important), the Voting Rights Act and other civil rights protections in place.

Likewise, Biden did a lot of stuff to make the system work better for people. Removing medical debt from credit reports. Student loan forgiveness (something the Supreme Court struck down, alas). Lowering prescription drug prices for seniors (“In 2018, the average list price of a month’s worth of insulin was $12 in Canada, $11 in Germany, and $7 in Australia. In the U.S., it was $99.”). Pardoning veterans convicted by the military for gay sex. Over at Lawyers Guns and Money, Erik Loomis has ranked Biden as the best pro-labor president in his lifetime (I don’t have the specific links), and with one of the most diverse cabinets. Loomis is a labor historian and he does not give compliments casually.

Kamala Harris’ proposal to let Medicare cover in-home care would have been another game changer. The financial gymnastics to get Medicare coverage when you need assisted living are insane, and require moving into a facility. If in-home care is covered, seniors could stay in their homes and kids caring for them — typically women — would have a big burden lifted off their backs.

While it didn’t directly benefit Americans, Biden massively restricting the use of drones in American operations was a huge deal. Under Obama and even more under the Toddler, we used drones with little restriction and shot up a lot of innocent people. Requiring presidential authorization to use them — and Biden didn’t grant it much — was an important step. So was ending our 20 years in Afghanistan and Iraq. Yes there was lots of horror and tragedy in the outcome; it was still the right choice.

That none of that closed the deal for Harris doesn’t prove Biden didn’t do enough for people. It’s possible, as the Atlantic says, that Biden didn’t promote his administration’s accomplishments enough. Or that policy, even popular policy, doesn’t influence voters as much as we assume. They’re more into “vibes” as some people put it, or convinced that even though their neighborhood is fine, there’s high crime and inflation everywhere else. To paraphrase one meme, the low-information voter isn’t someone who doesn’t understand alternative minimum tax, it’s someone who thinks the president could kill inflation tomorrow with one phone call.

The media is another factor. I remember one writer for the NYT admitting in 2024 that no, they hadn’t written anything about the positive economic news under Biden — but that would be working as Biden’s press agent! If he wants them to say good things about his policies, he needs to sit down in a one-on-one interview and tell them. Which I’m sorry, is bullshit; reporting good economic news is reporting, just like bad economic news. The Philly Tribune suggests the obsession with looking objective led the media to write unflattering coverage of Biden to show they were just as critical of him as of the Toddler — never mind that Biden was running things better. They seemed to focus, for similar reasons, on the worst parts of the Afghan and Iraq withdrawals.

The media also had no problem taking hack Republicans such as Bill Barr and presenting their “insights” — Biden’s border policies will destroy America! — as thoughtful assessments. Hell, Newt Gingrich still gets quoted occasionally in the press and he’s never been in anything but a loudmouthed jackass.

Then there was the massive focus on Is Biden Too Old? Is He Too Demented? As Rebecca Solnit says, the fact his administration ran smoothly to the finish shows he wasn’t too old or impaired to govern. That’s not to say having someone that old in office is a good thing; however the Toddler’s old too. Somehow as soon as Harris replaced Biden, the media decided candidate age was unimportant. The Toddler’s mental wandering never seemed to matter to the press; if Biden had sounded half as demented it would be fornt-page news.

Maybe there was a better campaign or better policies that would have turned the tide. Maybe with Kristin Synema and Joe Manchin blocking legislation in the senate and the Supreme Court gutting so many liberal policies, there was no better policy. Maybe a candidate who wasn’t a black woman — and I say that as someone who’d have loved to see Harris as Madame President — would have made a difference (though it’s worth remembering Hilary Clinton won the popular vote). Truthfully, I can’t guess. Biden made his share of mistakes and his immigration policies were stricter than I liked (and they still lied about him letting terrorists in from Mexico). He did a lot of good too, and he deserves to be acknowledged for that.

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Magic gets weird

As I wrote a couple of years back, part of the fun of the magical power in Southern Discomfort is that it’s based on Celtic faerie lore and doesn’t make much sense. Maria, Cohen and the other characters are dealing with stuff that has rules but they aren’t logical ones. At least, I hope it’s fun for everyone who reads it (soon, honestly); it’s definitely fun for me.

For me there’s a jarring sense of shock when magic genuinely doesn’t make sense. That’s not something I usually don’t feel reading fantasy, however, Point the wand or the staff, fire a magic bolt or create a protective shield; if you’ve read a lot of fantasy or comic books, that feels natural. It’s the logical way magic would work if it existed. It’s the same way cartoon characters running off a cliff and only falling when they notice they’re in mid-air, which would seem impossible if I saw it in real life, feels perfectly natural in a cartoon.

I don’t mean stories with logical magic alls uck. I love Harry Dresden, Harry Potter, Tracy Deonn’s Arthurian stories, Mary Stewart’s Merlin trilogy, all of which fit in that category. I’ve written a lot of fantasy in that vein myself. But I do get a real kick out of stories that make me feel I’m truly grappling with the impossible.

Case in point, Dan Flores in Coyote Nation recounts the tale of coyote taking a cross-country trip with a hunter. One night they make camp in a little valley called Vaginas Flying Through The Air. The name is literal: vaginas, dozens of them, are flying around overhead, no explanation given.

I have no idea how the original indigenous audience would have taken this. To me it’s mind-blowingly weird that this place is just a feature of the landscape. That’s the feeling I’m talking about.

Or consider this piece from the Mighty God King blog, discussing how the author would write Dr. Strange (part of a series; he’d have been good at it): “One day, you wake up, and blue is gone. I don’t mean blue things. The things are still there: bluebells, the sky and sea, various types of whales, the road uniforms for the Toronto Blue Jays, the Thing’s underwear. They just – aren’t blue any more. It’s not that the blue spectrum of light is missing, either. Things that are cyan or magenta are still cyan or magenta; the disappearance of blue hasn’t affected those colours of which blue is a root component. And that’s your first hint that this isn’t a problem science can solve. Here’s another: most people aren’t even noticing blue is gone.” That’s … weird. It’s almost hard to imagine. I love it.

It’s the same feeling I get from stories like Doctor Who: Warrior’s Gate where reality and time seem entirely out of joint, though for science fictional rather than fantasy reasons.

I don’t know if Southern Discomfort or anything else I write will pull of this effect. I’ll be delighted if I succeed.

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Your Tuesday Iran war update

In 2016, the media portrayed the Necrotic Toddler as the peace candidate, as opposed to the bloodthirsty warhawk Hilary Clinton. Siiiigh. The Toddler’s greatest ability has always been that people see him as whatever they want him to be, even though the truth of his rottenness has always been obvious. And of course if Clinton or Harris had broken off a war discussion to talk about fancy shoes, it would have been held up as proof women shouldn’t be in public office. Male privilege at its finest.

Of course the Toddler having Putin interfere in our elections proved an advantage too. And it’s still paying off: as the prospect of high oil prices looms, the Toddler’s lifting sanctions on Russian oil. Putin will undoubtedly give him a big belly scratch for being such a good doggy. Though covering his bases, the Toddler insists high energy prices don’t matter and “Axis Sally” Leavitt insists they’ll go way down as soon as we win. Oh he’s also speculating whether his war on Iran will somehow earn him the Nobel Peace Prize. Damn, he really wants a participation trophy. He’s also finding ways to milk the war for money.

Unsurprisingly despite the reckless efforts of the past year to gut every program that helps people, the administration has declared an unlimited military budget. Not that it’ll do much good: they did not plan for Iran mining the Strait of Hormuz. Whiny SecDef “Whisky Pete” Hegseth insists that’s a lie. I suspect he’s as uninterested in truth as his boss. He’s also outraged that press photographers don’t make him look good enough. When in doubt, whine the media are biased. FCC Chair Brendan Carr has gone further, warning the networks to provide more positive war news — or else (points to the usual odious Sen. Ron Johnson for pushing back)! The Toddler insists we will soon have the straits open as we’ve completely destroyed their military capacity. Oh, and while we’ve (allegedly) demolished one target “we may hit it a few more times just for fun.” Which fits with Hegseth declaring “no quarter asked or given.”

The Toddler is also whining that he expects Europe and others to help clear the Strait — “If there’s no response or if it’s a negative response I think it will be very bad for the future of NATO,” Says the man who threatened to take Greenland from Denmark and has spent much of his presidency grumbling how NATO sucks. So far, most of then are saying no. Which makes more sense than Hegseth saying the Strait is open — it’s only closed because Iran is bombing it. Well, yes.

And while we spend billions, cheap drones make Iran’s retaliations way more effective than they’d have been a few decades ago. Despite Hegseth’s fantasies about how testosterone-powered manly Americans will smash everything in their path. We have, however, proven very good at killing small girls, even though the school had an easy-to-find online presence. Hmm, is it possible cutting a program to minimize civilian casualties was a mistake? Not for Hegseth who thinks war should be brutal and bloodthirsty enough to make him feel manly. And I’m sure the Toddler doesn’t care.

And the Toddler understands nothing: “what’s become even more clear in the two weeks since is that Donald Trump doesn’t understand — and isn’t remotely interested in understanding — the reality of the situation in Iran. The administration’s entire gamble appears to be that Iran would be Venezuela — they could conduct a single night of strikes, decapitate the leadership, and then through geopolitical magic a Delcy Rodríguez figure would emerge to lead Iran peacefully and cooperatively.

Now that not-even-half-baked plan has failed to materialize, it’s clear that there’s no Plan B. Quite the contrary — we seem to have a US government that wakes up each day completely befuddled and surprised to find it’s involved in a conflict in Iran.”

Perhaps that’s why the best he can say about a satisfactory end to the war is “when I feel it in my bones.”

As several people have said, the Toddler is quite simply stupid. Completely stupid. Stupider than we imagine. He has no plan B because that would require thinking about consequences instead of doing whatever seems best for him at any given moment. As he’s always been able to buy, lie or bully his way out of a problem, he’s convinced there will never be any consequences for this approach. Alienating NATO? That’ll never cause any problems later, so why not? As Jamelle Bouie put it in his newsletter (no link, sorry), “Trump expected more or less instant success — a short conflict followed by regime change and another victory under his belt. The idea that there might be unintended consequences — and the fundamental reality that the Iranian government has both agency and the capacity to act — does not seem to have either troubled the president’s mind or figured much in the calculations of his closest advisers.”

This will not end well for anyone. Bouie, again: “But the world actually exists. Real lives are at stake. And his actions have weight that cannot be easily moved. There is no channel to change, and you can’t rewind the action. Trump made his foolhardy decision and now we must live with the consequences.”

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For Tuesday, three book covers I like

This Lou Feck cover makes me want to find out what the book is about.

This Frank Cazzorelli cover has a German expressionist quality to it, as if the woman’s terror were distorting the surroundings

This Richard Powers cover is from a Y/A book I read as a teen. It’s not as wild as many of his covers but it conveys the sense of Olympics+Science Fiction well.

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The past is a different country. In this case, an illusory one.

At Lawyers, Guns and Money last week, Paul Campos discusses the image below (from some point in the post-WWII pre-1960s years), which has shown up online with the following sentiment: “What did Democrats find so wrong with this version of America that they needed to completely destroy it and turn our country into the mess we live in today?”

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This plays to the same fantasy nostalgia the Reagan era promoted (as David Halberstam wrote about in The Fifties), that the 1950s were a utopian world where a single wage-earner could afford to support the family (which is not a bad thing), Mom was a happy housewife, and everything was innocent and peaceful with none of that sixties chaos. In reality there were civil rights protests, many women (no, not all) starting to realize their lives sucked, and Alfred Kinsey’s research showing premarital sex, adultery and homosexuality were all more common than people thought. Far from being calm and complacent, the 1950s were riven by fear: gays everywhere, communists everywhere, black people refusing to know their place, women seizing too much power (Halberstam doesn’t cover all of this).

Democrats (and liberals/feminists/civil rights activists) didn’t destroy this. If anyone did it was corporate America, shifting jobs overseas (lower regulation, lower pay) and squeezing worker pay as low as possible (while CEO pay skyrockets) to keep Wall Street and the stockholders happy. We end up with a billionaire class that doesn’t give a damn about the rest of us.

And contrary to some of the comments on the post (“they did not ask for a free ride”), this couple probably did benefit from government help — federally backed mortgage, maybe the GI Bill to let the man go to college, Social Security to provide for them later. As Ira Katznelson has written, much of this was unavailable to POC, sometimes by design, sometimes because redlining would keep POC from buying a nice house in the suburbs. Private covenants also kept Jews out of some suburban neighborhoods.

What the original post calls destruction is freedom. The freedom for black families and gay couples to have a shot at this. The freedom of the wife to work if she wanted — as Stephanie Koontz’s The Strange Stirring shows, in several states a husband could legally forbid his wife to work outside the home, among other petty tyrannies. Yes, some women were happy staying home; many of them, as Jessica Valenti says, fought like hell to escape that life. As Kristin Kobes du Mez says, the positive aspects of tight 1950s communities were counterbalanced by conformity and repression, particularly of women.

I suspect for the poster Campos is commenting on, keeping women at home even if they don’t want to be is a plus. The 1950s nostalgia doesn’t envision an improved version of the decade — booming economy but with integrated suburbs, men free to be househusbands, women protected from discrimination on the job — restoring white patriarchy is part of the job. Republicans don’t want a future where drag queens, independent women and Muslims are equal citizens in this Republic.

Case in point, Tennessee Rep. Andy Ogles who says Muslims don’t belong in America — pluralism is dead! A part of me thinks he has a point — sharing America with shitty bigots like Ogles obviously ain’t working out, so let’s ship him to Somalia. Sen. Tommy Tuberville is another anti-Muslim bigot who thinks NYC Mayor Zohram Mamdani is no different than the 9/11 terrorists. As Fred Clark says, rejecting pluralism will never stop with rejecting Muslims — as witness misogynist, slavery apologist preacher Douglas Wilson declaring America should ban public displays of idolatry, including Catholic display: “a parade in honor of the Virgin Mary, carrying an image of the Virgin Mary down the street, no. Right? A Eucharistic procession? Probably not.”

Or consider this: “As for the requirement that one of the coin designs celebrate the contributions of women to the great American experiment, the Mint cited the image of a Pilgrim holding the hand of, and being embraced by, her protective male partner.” — a look at how the Toddler administration overruled plans for coins celebrating Frederick Douglass and women’s suffrage in favor of whiter, more male images.

Tuberville on Mamdani.

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East and west coast, in fiction and non-fiction

First the East Coast — John A. McDermott’s THE LAST SPIRITS OF MANHATTAN is a literary novel about what the author says was a real party Alfred Hitchcock threw in the 1950s at a house owned by McDermott’s relatives. I don’t know if it’s really based-on-truth (authors fudge that stuff a lot) but I also don’t mind. I picked the book up for the historical fantasy aspect — as I write it, it’s interesting to read it — and for the cool cover (my apologies to the artist for forgetting to note the name).

Carolyn, one of the lead protagonists in the ensemble cast, is an upperclass young woman contemplating a marriage proposal; she’s not really into him but then again, what else is she going to do with her life? Meanwhile Peter, a hustling young Manhattanite winds up hunting for a haunted house for Hitch’s party; trouble is, Manhattan’s developed and redeveloped and built up to the point old haunted houses are rare. As it turns out, Carolyn’s family have a house that looks spooky enough — it’ll do even though obviously there won’t be any real ghosts there to disturb Hitchcock, his wife Alma, Henry Fonda (then acting in Hitchcock’s The Wrong Man) and the other guests.

It’s an interesting setup but as I’ve mentioned often enough, literary fiction isn’t usually to my taste. McDermott’s literary stylings didn’t hold my interest, which is not his fault; I also found the more interesting stories (Carolyn and Peter) lost amidst the ensemble cast — I was much less interested in Henry Fonda’s tormented angst, for instance. Ultimately this didn’t work for me.

Now, the West Coast — ECOLOGY OF FEAR: Los Angeles and the Imagination of Disaster by Mike Davis is a late 1990s jeremiad showing the utter insanity of massive multi-million dollar development in Southern California given what an insanely unstable environment it is. Earthquakes. Wild animals becoming increasingly dangerous as we move into their territory. Drought. Tornadoes. Wildfire. All of which Big Money makes worse.

Malibu homeowners, Davis says, oppose sensible firefighting measure such as controlled burns because the ash and smoke hurts their property values; nevertheless if they lose their homes they can count on the state government reimbursing them. By contrast, frequent tenement fires in LA’s poor districts leave tenants unhoused, with little support, and the fire department can’t even bother to make the required fire inspections on the rat-traps.

It’s an interesting read that branches into disaster movies set in LA (he dismisses Blade Runner as having little to do with the real city’s architecture and locations), then a closing chapter on the future that predicts the growth of exurbs and gated communities will kill the suburbs as the suburbs killed the downtown. This stuff was interesting, even if I don’t buy his conclusions, but it also left me feeling like I’d finished one of the 19th century fin de siecle prophesies of doom like the Victorian books Stephen Arata writes about. I’m curious whether much has changed in the quarter-century since the book came out, but not enough to research it.

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Love and Death: Two Movies

After reading Vera Caspary’s novel Laura last year, inevitably I wanted to rewatch the 1944 adaptation. It took me longer than I expected.

LAURA (1944) stars Dana Andrews as McPherson, a homicide detective investigating the murder of Laura Hunt (Gene Tierney), who got a shotgun blast to the face when she answered her door one night. Was the killer Laura’s effete Southern fiancee Shelby (Vincent Price)? Ann (Judith Anderson) who knows Shelby’s no good but wants him anyway? Perhaps Laura’s closest friend, the snide, sneering columnist Lydecker (Clifton Webb)? Complicating things, the more he learns about Laura, the more McPherson finds himself falling for a dead woman …

This is an excellent movie and I definitely prefer it to the source novel. Which is not to say it’s a perfect adaptation: we lose Laura’s strong, independent spirit and McPherson’s surprising education (he’s way smarter than he looks). Still, a terrific film. “Let me put it this way — I should be sincerely sorry to see my neighbor’s children devoured by wolves.”

After the recent adaptation of Wuthering Heights I went back and rewatched the 1939 WUTHERING HEIGHTS with Laurence Olivier as a brooding, angry Heathcliffe, Merle Oberon as Cathy and David Niven as Edgar (the impeccably British supporting cast includes Flora Robson, Donald Crips, Geraldine Fitzgerald, Leo G. Carroll, Cecil Kellaway and Miles Mander). We open on a new tenant of the Grainge arriving at Wuthering Heights on a freezing winter night, meeting an aged Heathcliffe — and when the tenant mentions seeing a woman out in the snow, Heathcliffe has a meltdown. One of the servants takes it on herself to explain and we begin a flashback to when Cathy’s father brought Heathcliffe home …

My first thought was that this was more Tragic Romance where the recent movie was Doomed Obsession; then again, Heathcliffe here comes off more obsessed, particularly after Cathy’s death. Either way it works for me; I know from LeAnn’s discussion that it includes elements the new film drops (Cathy’s mean brother, for instance) though it drops others in its turn. Worth a look. “Haunt me then — haunt your murderer!”

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