Monday 20 July 2020

Special Guest Blogger: Boris Karloff

Being six foot tall and a face so ugly that i spent most of my teenage years with bruises from all the ten foot poles being poked at me, there was only one role for me and as famous as that is, everyone still gets it wrong.
Everybody knows the monster in the Frankenstein movies, that classic story of a man stitched together from human body parts who gets the hump with humanity, probably because people kept confusing him with his creator Dr Frankenstein and although we milked that to death, it's still got wrong.
When horror movies first hit the scene, Frankenstein quickly became a crowd favorite, the most famous movie being shot all the way back in 1931 but we churned out Frankenstein movies with abandon. And churn them out we did, including giving me a wife in the Bride of Frankenstein and a son in the Son of Frankenstein and made a comedy with Abbot and Costello and then we went all futuristic with a Frankenstein 1970, crazy days!
The make up was incredible, i had to wear green paint which was highly toxic but the movies were all shot in black and white, so audiences had no goddamned idea i was even wearing it.
Us horror actors were huge back in the day when horror films were made properly with proper scripts and professional actresses, now it's just a bunch of maniacs chasing around beautiful, big boobed bikini-clad teenagers with chainsaws.
The only boobs i saw were Vincent Price and Bela Lugosi, how is that fair??

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