On March 8, 1967, Rankin-Bass invited us to their “Mad Monster Party!” This stop-motion creature feature features creatures from ho-rror’s creepiest cl-ass-sicks! Dracula, Frankenstein, The Invisible Man, and The Hunchback of Notre Dame are just a few of the distinguished delinquents at this sinister soirée! Groovy tunes, ghoul gags, and awesome monster designs make this one an all-timer. Eat, drink, and be scary at the “Mad Monster Party!”
I scream! You scream! We all scream for FRANKENSTEIN! In this fearfully frigid commercial featuring fabulous Frank, an angry mob (of CORPSE!) hunts Ol’ Flathead and his creator. Nothing can stop Frankie from escaping… eXXXcept the rich taste of Magnum ice cream! With production design and makeup better than any recent Universal monster film, this one’s a graveyard smash!
We’re just nutty about the great comedy duos: Abbott and Costello, Nichols and May, and, of CORPSE, Karloff and Price. In this dreadfully delightful skit from “The Red Skelton Hour,” Phibes and Frankenstein commit the most ghastly atrocity of their careers: a musical number. It’s a wonderful little tune that’s sure to raise the dead!
On February 22, 1899, the sensationally sinister Dwight Frye was born! Known for his portrayals of madmen and minions, the fearsome Frye often stole the show with his unnerving energy. The Man with the Thousand-Watt Stare robbed graves in “Frankenstein” and ate flies in “Dracula," contributing some eXXXceptional eccentricity to already-odd motion pictures. A true icon of fear, Frye even inspired one of Alice Cooper’s greatest songs. We gotta get outta here!
When Frankensteins collide! Frankenstein’s monster meats Fratenstein in this awesomely fun collaboration with @edstagram______ … seriously honoured to work with such an amazing artist. It’s October tomorrow, which means Homoween begins! Lots of macabre hunks taking us through to Halloween! #frankenstein #fratenstein #frankensteinsmonster #halloween #monster #men #monstersinlove #itsalive #sexymonsters #hunks #beefcake #muscle #hunk #pinup #stitches #moonlight #spooky #undeadromance #gayart #gaycomics #gayillustration #gayhorror #gaygaze #homoween2018 #ByronPower https://www.instagram.com/p/BoWVY_CHwM_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1n8d0dmn8lp2s
This Day in World History: On January 1st, 1818, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus was published by the small London publishing house Lackington, Hughes, Harding, Mavor, & Jones. It was issued anonymously, with a preface written for Mary by her husband, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and with a dedication to philosopher William Godwin, her father. It was published in an edition of just 500 copies in three volumes, the standard “triple-decker” format for 19th-century first editions.
Mary Shelley would receive credit as the book’s author in the second edition of Frankenstein, published four years later – August 11th, 1822 – in two volumes (by G. and W. B. Whittaker) following the success of the stage play Presumption; or, the Fate of Frankenstein by Richard Brinsley Peake.
The (one-volume) edition most widely published and read now was first released nine years after that – on October 31st, 1831 – and was heavily revised by Mary Shelley, partially to make the story less radical, and included a lengthy new preface by the author, presenting a somewhat embellished version of the genesis of the story.
oh the inherent homoeroticism of blood-soaked bodies clinging to one another, the red honey dripping in excess, forming a path of ruin and murder. eyes seeking salvation, the other clouded with carnal affection. the head is thrown back, revealing the neck of smooth, Vestal skin, the knife in their hand’s dig deeper– harder. there exists no room for a fair hero and muse. in the consummation of the crime, lay the crimson limbs of a villain and their tortured lover
…I discovered that he, the author at once of my existence and of its unspeakable torments, dared to hope for happiness… envy and bitter indignation filled me with an insatiable thirst for vengeance…
…I had cast off all feeling, subdued all anguish, to riot in the excess of my despair. Evil thenceforth became my good… The completion of my demoniacal design became an insatiable passion…
…dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment… I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion… But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine…
For while I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires… I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this?
Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me? …I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, and kicked, and trampled on… my blood boils at the recollection of this injustice…
…My work is nearly complete… Do not think that I shall be slow to perform this sacrifice… Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames…
