Just a very fast and dreadfully tardy public service announcement to any readers in Portland, Oregon that tonight at the Hollywood Theater there will be a showing of F.W. Murnau’s classic silent movie Faust (1926). In addition, the film will be accompanied by a live ensemble. Details are here.
“Yes. Yes.” You may say. “But silent films are such a bore.” Let me support you, dear reader, in that statement. Your humble servant has sat through more than a few awful silent films in his unnaturally long span on this planet. I’ve never seen Faust, but I did have the opportunity to see Murnau’s Nosferatu(1922) on the big screen long, long ago. I can still remember where I was when I saw it, it made such an impression on me. Let me also add that Faust is rated number 6 greatest horror film of all time on IMDB, just below John Carpenter’s The Thing (1982) and right above the aforementioned Nosferatu and William Friedkin’s The Exorcist (1973).
Here is a chance to see it on a big screen! With a live ensemble! I will be there.
This week’s installment of the fabulous vintage photo album is dedicated to the lovely and talented Pola Negri, born Barbara Apolonia Chalupiec on January 3, 1897.
Hey beautiful lady, where are you going looking so serious? Probably some smoke-filled room in the back of the casino, with a poisoned stiletto hidden in your bodice. This photo screams 1930s to me, from the glamour and rich tones. Photo by famous Hollywood photographer Eugene Robert Richee (Google image search here) who made this photo for Paramount. Richee is known for his many photos of Louise Brooks. Compare to this spectacular photo of Myrna Loy from the film Thirteen Women (1932). Sadly, it will set you back some serious change. – Auction Here – Ends 8/16
A 1935 Reemtsma tobacco card (also known as cigarette cards). Despite being printed in 1935, the decor, clothes, and makeup make me think this is a silent film still. Are those supposed to be Chinese clothes, or pajamas? The world may never know. The man here is identified as Harry Liedtke. This little delight will not give you so much pain in your wallet as the last, put it’s printed. – Auction Here – Expires when it expires
Another 1935 Reemtsma tobacco card. Does this, or does this not look just like Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter? In actuality, it’s Fritz Schultz and Pola Negri. I love silent films. What body language! He can’t step forward without tripping on her train. – Auction Here – Expires when it expires
Speaking of doppelgangers of movie stars. Doesn’t this look just like Nicholas Cage? On sale by the proprietor of The Thanatos Archive. It will set you back a million bucks. – Auction Here – Expires when it expires
There are so many things I love about this photo. So. Many. Things. A 1931 publicity still for A Dangerous Affair, a.k.a. Ghost Walks (IMDB info page here). The medicine cabinets. The cool lady in the slinky black dress. Two gagged heroes who were rounded up while getting ready for bed, and the third who obviously just got back from a party. The party-goer is saying “you dirty rat” with his eyes. You dirty rat. – Auction Here – Ends when it ends
Thanks for tuning in to another suspenseful chapter of delving into the vintage photo crypts of eBay. So many photos, so little time.
Have you seen Let the Right One In? You have to have to have to see this stunning film. The story is a nice new take on my favorite vampire tale, Carmilla.
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A headline which deserves a groan. Here is where I would normally say, “This is my kind of lady.” But today I’m not so sure. Maybe this shows my age, but I think that I’m more the kind of monster who prefers to be slowly poisoned, rather than feeling like my love is a daily dance with an enraged lion tamer. Maybe if she had snakes for hair. Maybe.
You can tell it’s the early ’30s by the eyebrows and the amount of bleach that has been applied (not to mention the dress – rowr). One of my least favorite things about movie posters and book covers of this era? They were often more lurid than what they promoted, and I would guess that this is the case with The Hell Cat, unless this among the last of the movies that squeaked in before the Hays Code grew teeth in 1934.
P.S. The original of this beautiful lobby poster can be bought for 1500 clams on eBay, here.
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Hmmmm. This album cover reminds me of Madonna’s Like a Virgin cover. Am I wrong? It looks like music reviews are going to become a regular feature here, because I keep finding things I want to write about. I was familiar with the band Die Form from the ’80s. They are a French electronic band with a German name (“die form” in German means “the shape” (big surprise there)). Turns out, according to the somewhat brief Wikipedia page for the band, it is a multilingual play on words.
My rat army raided a used record store recently and brought me back a bunch of music, including some Skinny Puppy (Mythmaker), The Tiny, ohGr (Undeveloped), Black Angels (Phosphene Dream), and, at long last, the eponymous Matson Jones album. I’ve been listening to these albums for a couple of weeks, and this is one of the albums I keep going back to.
Scene from Metropolis by Fritz Lang
Picture the Fritz Lang movie Metropolis in your head. All the mechanisms, the light and dark, the steam, the architecture, the workers, and the robot. Now imagine some people in that movie going to the theater. This album is what music would sound like in the movie Metropolis. (Later note: Darn. Looks like I’m not the first one to have this idea.)
Ah! Brigitte Helm!
The album presents a dark, evocative soundscape. Lyrics are harshly whispered by a man or sometimes sung by a woman. My favorite track on the album, Hypnogramme, features singing that has been cut up and put back together again in jarring, mildly annoying ways that make my brain tingle. A monster can imagine a flapper ingenue in flight through a dark forest, watched by countless owls. Or something. The “hit” on this album (as indicated by Pandora) is Chaos Theory. One song in particular sounds like it came straight off of Massive Attack’s Mezzanine, which was practically all I listened to for most of 1998.
The painful thing about music like this is that a lot of bands have done this kind of thing so horribly. I don’t know from experience, but I can only imagine that it takes a lot of careful work to pull it off and not sound like a bunch of people you might find in your back yard wearing capes and way too much eyeliner.
Here’s my diabolical plan for their future. I’m totally serious and I’m not saying this to make fun of anybody. I love Lily Allen. So I want Lily Allen’s people to contact Die Form and I want them to make an album together. I want Lily Allen to sing whatever poison or love she feels like projecting that day, and I want Die Form to run her crisp British vocals through their brand of Gibbytronix, and assemble a dark movement to frame them. After the album goes platinum, they can all send me a check for my consulting fee. Thank you in advance, future.
In the meantime, I suggest you give this album a spin. It’s either going to annoy the hell out of you, or you’ll really dig it. I think it’s pretty great.
We interrupt our normally scheduled Pin-up to bring you this urgent film still from 1936 movie Hats Off, starring Mae Clark, who you may remember as the moll who got a face full of grapefruit courtesy of James Cagney in The Public Enemy (1931). I can’t tell for certain, but I’m pretty sure that Clark is the one without hands in this riveting photo.
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The flying monkeys let our technician out for a minute and he snuck away into the light of day. Thanks for your patience during this difficult transition.
Fhtagn Spoken Here.
... the attic, a vast raftered length lighted only by small blinking windows in the gable ends, and filled with a massed wreckage of chests, chairs, and spinning-wheels which infinite years of deposit had shrouded and festooned into monstrous and hellish shapes. The Shunned House H.P. Lovecraft