…is our way of getting the latest hot-off-the-wire info to you; reviews, previews, scoops on horror films in production, newsworthy monster curiosities, bulletins, and other grues-flashes. There are several contributors to our hodge-podge Teletype page … BILL FERET, our man in Show Biz (he’s a professional actor, singer, dancer with the impressive resume list of stage, film and TV credits to his name), makes use of his vast professional experiences and leads to Feret-out items of interest to monster fans, and duly report on them in his flashing Walter-Wind-chill manner.
LEAPING LIZARDS! … or rather: “ambling amphibians?” frogs are upon us!
AIP is at present shooting “FROGS” in Florida. This is about an EEEEEk-ological monster. Starred are Ray Milland and Judy Pace. While the previously announced “LIVING DEAD” has been retitled “THE FROG.” George Sanders and Beryl Reid are in this one which concerns motorcyclists and occultism. Potential new titles: “My Heart Went Leaping”, “Hell’s Reptiles on Wheels?” or “Hell’s Angels Get Warts!” (?)
Keep thine eyes glued to your TV set for KING KONG to endorse Volkswagon.
There seems to be a fetish for Monsters in Advertising. Binaca Mouth Spray is the most noticeable. There are hordes of others. Looks like monsters sell. Reminds us of comedian Stan Freberg’s album-fable entitled “Grey-Flannel Hat-full of Teenaged Werewolves” the heart-wrenchingly sad tale of a normal, well-adjusted werewolf who by day (Horrors!) turns (shudder!) uncontrollably into (ye gods!) an Advertising Man.
AIP’s also giving us “GODZILLA VS. THE SMOG MONSTER“. This one’s a real one; kiddies! No Kidding! The said monster lives on pollution. Wish we had a few of those monsters in real life. The title song has to be “Smog gets in your eyes.”
Up and coming is “THE RESURRECTION OF ZACHARY WHEELER.” A really top-notch science-fiction/medical opus, it’s somewhat the same rip-off as “THE ANDROMEDA STRAIN.” Tight and crisp direction by Robert Wynn lends authenticity to the portrayal of Leslie Nielsen, Bradford Dillman, James Daly, and Angie Dickinson. The pic was filmed in a new process of tape-to-film and seems to have been a rather successful experiment. With the desolate setting of the New Mexican desert, Hithcockian intrigue and the sci-fi plot, this is sure to be a hair-raiser, or at least a Zachair-raiser.
Follow the bouncing eyeballs to the re-issue of “HOUSE OF WAX,” in the original 3-D process. This time around, Charles Bronson, then an unknown, gets billing above, the then-star, Phyllis Kirk.
Veteran villain Vincent Price, is doing an encore of “THE ABOMINABLE DR. PHIBES,” and there’s to be a sequel to “WILLARD” called … natch … “BEN,” starring Joseph Campanella. Sequels usually need something to bolster them up … a song, perhaps? (“… the way you wear your rat…”)
Russ Meyer plans a change of pace from his usual sexpot-boilers with a thriller called “THE ELEVEN.” He’s been scouting for an Austrian-type castle setting … in Macon, Georgia? “Well shut my moat!”
Ken Russell‘s “THE DEVILS” is a superb film about Church-run witch-hunts, possession, and persecution … but it’s a gory little number. Bring your stomach liners, it’s worth it…
Public TV is planning a special titled “BETWEEN TIME AND TIMBUKTU,” described as an “existentialist space satire,” based on several Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.. works, including “Cat’s Cradle,” “Player Piano,” and “Welcome to the Monkey House.” Bob and Ray will be among the performers. Bob and Ray are the funniest comedy duo radio was ever graced with.
OUTER SPACE: Oh, boy. Lovers of the dreadful have an object for worship in this item. Now, we’ve seen evil-smelly-awful invaders bent on – ominous bass chord – Ruling The World zapped by seawater, volcanoes, bacteria, rockets, artillery, fission, fusion, fire, electricity, chemicals, earthquakes, other invaders and natural mutation, to cite a few improbabilities. Yog, you will be pleased to hear, is done in by sonic waves from bats. Yep, this incredibly malevolent, supremely cunning baddie is cheep-cheep cheeped to death. And that’s the best part…
Acting honors go to the bats.
And … are … you ready? … A new country and Western album just released by “Commander Cody and the Lost Planet Airmen” entitled “LOST IN THE OZONE” (I believe that was the first chapter title in the film serial.) Some of the numbers on the platter must be “O-Zone River,” “The Wizard of Oze,” and “Nobody Oze the Trouble I Seen.”
Peter Haining’sTHE GHOULS is an anthology of nineteen stories which have found their way (in some form or another), to the screen as horror films. That is, some of them are horror films, others are monster flicks. Editor Haining has produced several other anthologies, including a competent one on vampyres; THE MIDNIGHT PEOPLE.
THE GHOULS is published by Stein and Day, for the truly blood-curdling sum of $7.95. Its other attributes, (apart from the impressive price tag); a garish cover done in early Grand Guignol and ziptone, with hints of decadence and bad taste, (the inside cover is even worse; its in Day glo Christmas colors with a reproduction of Christopher Lee yawning) an introduction by Vincent Price, an editor’s forward, an afterword by Christopher Lee, and stills from the films.
The stories are, on the whole, excellent. Some, such as Tod Robbin‘s SPURS and Gaston Leroux‘s THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, have inspired, respectively, the cine-masterpieces FREAKS, and the immortal Chaney film. Others, Poe’s THE OBLONG BOX, for example, have been butchered and transformed beyond recognition. As Boris Karloff once remarked during an interview “Poor Poe, the things we did to him when he wasn’t around to defend himself.”
The best story is W.F. Harvey‘s grisly THE BEAST WITH FIVE FINGERS; a classic which has been anthologized since the Flood, and is perhaps one of the most frightening stories of all time. Also good are Poe’s THE SYSTEM OF DOCTOR TARR AND PROFESSOR FETHER, Nathaniel Hawthorne’s FEATHERTOP. and Nicolai Gogol’s THE VIY.
Harvey’s BEAST WITH FIVE FINGERS concerns a man relentlessly persecuted by (and finally murdered by) his dead uncle’s possessed hand. A beautifully crafted piece of work, from its subtle beginning to its climactic ending, it was, unfortunately, made into an undistinguished film in 1947. That it survives at all, despite its typical 1940’s gimmick ending, is due entirely to the acting ability of the late Peter Lorre. And the pauperdom of Warner Brothers TV department.
THE SYSTEM OF DR. TARR AND PROFESSOR FETHER deals with the strange doings in a lunatic asylum when the patients take over. It’s by Poe. Need I say more? The critic who remarked-“One does not go to Poe for humor.” can eat his words. It may be black humor, but it is definitely humor. The film, under the title THE LUNATICS, was produced in 1912 by the Edison company; which also produced the lost FRANKENSTEIN of 1910.
FEATHERTOP is about a scarecrow who through the whim of a New England witch, becomes alive. Gogol’s THE VIY, a story of vampirism and witchcraft in Russia, was turned into an excellent film by Mario Bava. Bava had been a cameraman before becoming a director, and his visual sense of values and ability to use his actors (Barbara Steele and John Richardson in this case), were what made BLACK SUNDAY a superior film.
The PHANTOM OF THE OPERA is quite a good novel in the original French. This translation is terrible. To judge Gaston Leroux by this mess is comparable to judging Chaney’s performance by the rotten Hammer remake. I’ve read the original, complete, French version. I know. (I’ve also seen the rotten Hammer remake.)
I was disappointed in Tod Robbin’s SPURS. I expected the story that inspired Tod (Dracula) Browning’s magnum opus, the incomparable FREAKS, to be made of sterner stuff. Well. That is life. THE DEVIL IN A CONVENT is a bore. It may have inspired the first horror film of all time, but it is a mushy Pre-Raphaelite-like bore. Enough. If you’re curious about what exactly a Pre-Raphaelite-like bore is, read it.
Now: the question that is doubtless foremost in your hearts as you sit, perched on your chairs breathlessly perusing this review. Do I recommend the book? After all, $7.95 is a lot of bubble gum in these depression days. And is it worth it?
EDITOR’S NOTE: Jessica Clerk is The Monster Times’ Staffe Vampyr Expert, 17 years old, and claims to carry a torch for Chris Lee. We plan to ship our precocious li’l tyke to England to interview England’s No. 1 vampire in a forthcoming ish of M.T.
Sometimes it happens that great writers meet great filmmakers and filmmiracles are generated. When Arthur C. Clarke, of SF-fame met the brilliant film producer, Stanley Kubrick, poof! we had 2001-A Space Odyssey. But back in the 1930’s another great author met another great filmmaker in another country, Great Britain, and the result was every bit as revolutionary in its day as 2001 is on ours. Perhaps, more so, for it predicted WWII, bombing of cities from the air, and a halting of progress, with such accuracy that some parts of the film could be used as newsreel footage with no one the wiser. In fact, in one portion of the 1935 film, a mushroom cloud was seen over a caption, which read; 1945!
Even the first flight to the moon was described as being accomplished with multi-stage rockets, as being a mission of observation, of orbiting the moon and of returning to earth without landing.
All these things were in a great film released in 1936!
H.G. Wells’ epic storyline was roughly broken into three phases, all revolving about the city of Everytown, a typical metropolis. The name was chosen to avoid viewer identification with any one area of the world, but Everytown bore a marked resemblance to the London of the time.
In phase one of the story, we see multitudes of bustling, happy people celebrating the coming of Christmas. Spirits are high, but we gradually become very much aware of a feeling of impending doom. This doom, a threatened war, breaks through the happiness in the shape of signs, newspaper headlines and dark skies. We are shown the city and its people, and we then find ourselves in the home of John Cabal, scientist.
It is possible that phases one and two of the film are brought to us as seen through the eyes and mind of John Cabal. This would be particularly logical to assume, for Wells intended “Things to Come” to be a film of human symbols rather than individual characters.
When we first see him, Cabal (Raymond Massey) is entertaining several friends, one of whom, a certain Mr. Passworthy (Edward Chapman), seems strangely unconcerned with the probable holocaust. Young Dr. Harding (Maurice Braddell) is very much concerned. He fears war will bring an end to medical research. Cabal is afraid for the world. “My God,” he shudders, “if war breaks loose again!”
Passworthy, though, regards war as a stimulant to the economy, “War is good for business” sort, and can’t wait.
Deep Wells philosophy
Here we have 3 of the 4 main controlling forces of humanity as Wells saw them:
(1) The Bubble-Headed man who cares about nothing but the joys of the moment. He thinks about the pleasures of life, but is blind to its obligations. He passes over the worthy qualities of mankind, and therefore is given the name “Passworthy.” But he is not really evil, and is alright in his own small way. One might say of him; “He’ll do” or “He’ll pass” – and not much else.
extra ***** 1936: THE END
(2) Youth, caught in the middle of Passworthy and Cabal in the form of Dr. Harding. Youth is in favor of peace, of saving lives, and of questioning.
(3) The stoic, logical man whose long legs are firmly rooted into this world and his faith that people were meant to be the masters of their universe. His quiet moods of rationalization border on the mystical, and he is called “Cabal.” (Which the dictionary defines as a “conspiratorial group,” ironically enough.
WAR!
As Cabal’s little gathering ends, it is learned that Everytown is indeed at war. There is, without warning, an air raid in which unseen multitudes of aeroplanes drop bombs and gas on the city. People are caught in the middle of blasts, without gas masks. Youngsters and the elderly are seen lying in the twisted rubble of department stores and Christmas decorations. Panic reigns among the survivors of explosions. Mobs scurry to places of safety before the next bombs strike. Happy humanity gives way to frightened animal-like groups of charging maniacs of all ages. War has come to Everytown and to the world.
Blitz of ’36!
In the wake of the air raid, mobilization is announced. A grimly determined Cabal and a jubilantly proud Passworthy march off to war, still holding their respective philosophies. The first indication of the “progressiveness of war is seen in the person of little Horrie Passworthy (P. Livingston) Passworthy’s son, lying dead among the rubble of his home, as his father marches off to fight. The terrors of war begin to be realized.
We don’t see the horde of airplanes that bomb Everytown and turn it to the dead, broken pile of buildings we later see in the film. The air raid happens quickly, as quickly as it actually happened a few years later when London was first bombed by the German air force.
The next scene we see is a vast group of airplanes that come through the clouds over a group of cliffs, and fly in formation over another part of Everytown. They are strangely calm, just flying over the city and going on their way after dropping poison gas.
The progress of the war is shown with a montage sequence of tanks; first tanks as they actually appeared in those days, then ultra-modern war-machines capable of crushing whole houses as they roll on.
some uncanny prophecies
As the year 1945 looms before us in the film montage, a soldier’s mutilated corpse, swaying on a barbed wire fence, is suddenly silhouetted by a bright fireball which forms – a mushroom-shaped cloud! Hmm… 1945! Wells even got the year right!
Gradually the world crumbles, desolate, decaying. The weapons become more primitive as factories are destroyed one by one. When nothing new is made the old things are used, until finally the fighters look more like something from the middle-ages. And still they fight. On and on. Civilization is collapsing. Technology is dying. Dead.
The newspapers are shown to become more awkward, until they are only one page of war news scrawled on a blackboard in the town square. From the words on the blackboard it can be seen that people are even beginning to forget how to read.
Still, the war drags on; the years pass ominously before the camera, until 1970. We again find ourselves in Everytown, where we stop our flight through time. We have arrived at a world of despair.
The futility of war is farther shown in a short but highly meaningful scene. Cabal has shot down an enemy pilot (John Clements), who has just dropped poison gas on a city. He is gravely wounded, and Cabal lands to help him. Both men now know how stupid war is. After killing an entire city, the enemy pilot ends by giving his gas mask to a surviving little girl of the town. Just as the thick clouds of poison close over the pilot, he speaks to himself of the irony of it all. Then he shoots himself as the first vapors start burning his lungs. Cabal takes the little girl to safety in his plane.
more uncanny prophecies
Here was another of the film’s ironically real dark prophecies. In World War II (the real one-not the film’s 2nd World War which we have just seen) John Clements joined the Royal Air Force. While flying a mission over France, in 1942, his plane was shot down, and he perished.
Phase two of the story now begins; a phase of ruin, depression of the human spirit, and a total end to progress. Civilization is stuck in the mud. We see the ruined Everytown ruled by Rudolph, an arrogant tribalistic Mussolini-type. We also learn of the “wandering sickness,” future biological warfare’s new equivalent of the black plague. It has stricken half the human race. Sanitary conditions are all gone. There is no defense against this biological onslaught. The victims wander zombie-like across the countryside spreading the plague. Carriers of the disease are shot in the streets. And Rudolph, the “Boss” of Everytown (Ralph Richardson) is still warning! He fights a meaningless, ritualistic war against the “hill people.”
Dr. Harding, who once was youth personified, is old before his time. He has long since run out of medical supplies. He stands helpless and weary before the tattered people of Everytown. When asked what can be done to make a suffering person comfortable, he replies grimly; “Nothing! There is nothing to make anyone comfortable anymore. War is the act of spreading wretchedness and misery!”
an Angel of Science arrives
To this scene of despair descends a streamlined aircraft. The craft and its occupant show no traces of the dusty squalor around them. We learn that the pilot of the plane is John Cabal, grown older but still with a generally youthful appearance. His new home, wherever it may be, has obviously escaped the ruin of war. Through him we learn that there is, after all, some hope for humanity’s recovery and reconstruction.
Cabal mentions that he is a member of an organization called “Wings Over the World.” Comprised of scientists, engineers and foresighted people who are sick of war, and whose aim is to do away with the still-raging scattered conflicts, “Wings Over the World” work to eventually remake the world into a planet ruled by science and reason. We also suspect that Cabal is one of the founders of this movement.
New! Unique! Law AND Sanity!
Cabal confronts the Boss. It is a game of intellectual chess, in which their positions are made known to each other. Cabal informs the Boss that he represents not just law, but “law and sanity.” The Boss needs planes for his fight against the “hill people.” He dickers with Cabal for planes, and when Cabal refuses, he has Cabal imprisoned.
The Boss is Wells’ vision of the fourth controlling type of human being. He is nationalism and tribalism personified. All things that are not flags are cowardly and useless to his sort. He believes just as deeply in primitivism and insanity as Cabal does in progress. He is the opposing force to Cabal, thrusting Passworthy and Harding into the background.
The Boss’s wife, meanwhile, has become intrigued with Cabal. Visiting secretly in his cell, Roxana Black (Margaretta Scott) explains that she has always wanted to escape from this land of squalor. She is a clever, beautiful woman, and she wants Cabal and his land of sanity… sanity which will eventually overpower madness.
The interplay between Cabal and Roxana is so interwoven that we honestly do not know if she is speaking seriously toward him, or he toward her. It may well be that she wanted only to save her Boss, and he wanted only to escape. But it is also possible that they saw, in each other, reflected images of human hope.
WINGS to COME!
We now see the futuristic headquarters of Wings Over the World, in Basra. The men, concerned about the safety of their friend, are told of his whereabouts by Gordon, a young pilot (Derrick De Marney), who managed, with the aid of Harding and Cabal, to escape from Everytown in a rickety airplane. The scientists, being men of responsible action, as well as knowledge, jump to the challenge.
Immediately the huge airfleet of “Wings Over the World” is readied. They fly over Everytown, drop cylinders of their new “gas of peace,” a harmless sleep gas, and free Cabal. The armada of ultra-stylized gigantic airships speckles the sky like a flock of droning dragonflies.
The fleet swoops over Everytown. The Boss, desperate to salvage his position of power, commands the air-force he has scrounged from ruined airplanes to fight the giant, batlike airships of the invaders.
It is an almost comic sight… fragile, ridiculously obsolete, outnumbered airplanes trying to out-maneuver sophisticated, sleek mechanical wonders! One by one the dinky relics are downed like antiques bumped off a shelf. Wings Over the World claims easy air victory… now for the land…
Bomb for Peace – it works!
The Peace Gas is dropped, and Cabal is rescued. All the people of Everytown revive, except Rudolph, the Boss. His mind has fought so hard against the Peace Gas and the changes to come that he has died. Cabal, standing over him, observes that he is:
“Dead, and his world dead with him. But we will build a new world. The new world with the old stuff. Our job is only beginning.”
Maybe Cabal’s job was only beginning, but producer Alexander Korda’s task just was becoming more difficult. The sections of the film dealing with the present of the time were over. From here on, everything had to be of an atypical appearance. Now the designs and the concepts of all the people connected with the film’s production would be taxed to the limit.
building Tomorrow – Yesterday
Even the preceding scenes featuring the ruined Everytown were extremely difficult. An entire city had to be built, as it would be impossible to use existing buildings. The city had to be destroyed after the bombing sequences, to be shown in ruins for the remaining second third of the film. How could it be done within the film’s budget?
William Menzies had gotten the “feel” of the story while aiding Wells in completing his screenplay. Now, together with Vincent Korda, Menzies preceeded to design the production’s appearance. His massive style, roughly the same form that was seen throughout “Gone With the Wind.” (Menzies later also worked on a version of “Thief of Bagdad” for Korda), blended in smoothly with the moral symbolism of Well’s storyline.
Alexander Korda was now faced with the problem of accepting the uniformly immense production style of Menzies together with his brother, Vincent’s, designs for the specific settings, which were spell-binding.
Wells, who had participated in their design, had seen to it that the architectural styles used in the film were merely symbols of their eras and the philosophies of their times. He liked the preliminary sketches. But how could they be built without using the money set aside for the futuristic city yet to be built? Or how could the future sets be built without having to eliminate the settings of the initial city? In this all-important area, an ingenious compromise was reached.
It was agreed that, in order for the sets and buildings required by the storyline to be photographed, they must first be built in miniature. But the proportion of their construction was another matter. Actors could not be shown together with the city by this method to the extent needed. Still, Wells regarded the scenes of thousands of people running through the past and future cities “highly necessary” to the spirit of the story.
The solution? Lower stories of most buildings were to be built fullscale on the Elstree backlots. Upper parts of the buildings would be built in miniature within the sound stages. The lower and upper stories of structures would be integrated onto one piece of film by means of associated photographic techniques such as split-screen, matting, mirror-shots and rear-projection. For this work, two rare talents were imported to London Films.
Ned Mann had built miniatures for Paramount and RKO films, including “Deluge” (in which New York City was drowned under a tidal wave), and “Dirigible” (A Cecil B. DeMille film). He was an expert in his craft, and always worked in the largest scale possible, so as to add detail to his models. He worked with Menzies to paint huge realistic backdrops of buildings for indoor and outdoor use. Because of these “drops”, some buildings did not have to be built at all. The structures in front of the camera were erected, but the buildings off to the side streets and in the back of other houses, could be painted on canvas and hung in the streets. Because of skillful painting, they photographed like actually constructed buildings. The superimposed miniatures completed the illusion of the vast cities.
Harry Zech, an American special-effects technician who did pioneer work in perfecting split-screen photography, also became part of the staff of “Things to Come.” He had started working in films with Mack Sennett, and so had many years to perfect his techniques. He had also worked with other special-effects technicians and, like Mann, had the ability to devise completely new effects at a moment’s notice.
For the more intricate scenes involving live actors combined photographically with miniatures, rear-projection screens were set up in the miniature scale buildings, and on these screens was projected footage of the actors scattered around the full-scale lower stories. When seen on film, combined with other angles involving split-screen, it looks like multitudes of people are running through full-size, complete buildings.
Reconstruction by Technocracy
The present was finished, now, in the film. With the guidance of Cabal’s organization, reconstruction began. Old buildings were razed, huge excavations were dug. Unheard-of machines molded super-size panels from plastics stronger than steel, and other machines erected the panels and shaped balconies, symmetrical buildings.
The new city is huge and clear, completely devoid of dirt. With its own artificial sunlight, built beneath ground level but still not completely cut-off from the world above, it is a completely controlled environment. Spiraled roads stretch from the depths of the city to the surface, and multi-laned highways traverse the megopolis. The new world is here!
EVERYTOWN: 2036!
One of directorial wizard William Menzies’ favorite photographic technique was used to provide us with our first glimpse of the completed, futuristic Everytown.
First, an extremely long shot of the sky. The camera slowly dollies down to the cliffs surrounding the city, then the caption “2036” explodes upon the screen! The camera zooms upward and out until the entire underground excavation is visible. Slowly focusing in toward the city, the camera reveals the tops of the futuristic buildings, then the entire structures. With a slow dissolving shot melting our vision, changing angles to down shots of the majestic buildings, with hordes of people streaming in and out of palaces, monorails speeding back and forth, countless varieties of cars and elevators all moving and working. The city is alive! A giant complex of machine and man!
This shot was accomplished by first photographing a miniature of the cliffs and surrounding land, then zooming in for a closeup of the miniature excavation. At this point there was a brief shot of the city, with miniature people running from place to place on conveyor belts. Then, while the attention of the audience is fixed on the city, there is a dissolve to the miniature city, from a lower level. Process screens were positioned within the buildings, and people were double-exposed in the buildings. At the same time, Mann’s miniature vehicles were in action. The result: a panned shot of an apparently full-sized city, with multitudes of people and machines moving around. A beautiful illusion!
With the new world come new people. It is now 2036. John Cabal is gone, but in his place is his great-grandson, Oswald Cabal, again Raymond Massey, the World President. Everytown is now the world capital.
The society is divided into two groups; scientists and artists. Science forges onward, uncovering one secret of nature after another. The thinkers are happy with their ever-accelerating progress, but the artists are not.
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Spokesman of the artists is Theotocopulos (Sir Cedric Hardwicke). Speaking on a worldwide television broadcast, he asks the people for a reason to justify this constant discovery. Things used to be so simple in the “old days,” he says. In those days” the artists were the creators of the world. They were respected and important. There were good times, and everyone was securely happy. Now, he says, science is making discoveries so profound that they are dwarfing the work of artists. Theotocopulos and all the people like him are frightened.
We all remember how good things were back there in good old 1971, don’t we?
The focal point of their fears is the huge space gun, which has been built to rocket two people into orbit around the moon. This is terrible, reason the artists, who would rather paint a place from imagination than by visiting it-which might take courage.
Appealing for support, Theotocopulos begs the populace of Everytown to join him in putting an end to the forces of science by smashing the space gun. Pointing to a huge photograph of Cabal, Theotocopulos tells his followers:
“There… There is the man who would offer up his daughter to the devils of science!” But the coup fails, and the launching goes on as scheduled.
It might be worth noting that Theotocopulos used a 100-foot high television screen to project his image as he bad-mouthed science.
Raymond Passworthy again, Edward Chapman, a descendant of the Passworthy of John Cabal’s day, asks Oswald Cabal for his views as the space bullet rockets toward the moon. Aboard the craft are Cabal’s daughter and Passworthy’s son. Theotocopulos and his followers have been frustrated in their attempt to destroy the invention and have returned to their homes, wondering what new miracles are to come.
Cabal explains his philosophy of life and of man in a speech worthy of Shakespeare in its artistry and meaning.
We recreate that final stunning dialogue on the page at right in a special MT film-comics treatment…
A PROPHECY FROM 1936
The final spellbinding footage comes alive, immortalized on the printed page; a message to us from Today from the far future – as H.G. Wells foresaw it! The space-gun that just thundered, all of Everytown still quakes in reverberation, and the first space capsule hurtles heavenward to orbit the moon! The astronauts’ fathers, Oswald Cabal (Raymond Massey) and Raymond Passworthy (Edward Chapman), view the progress on a monolithic TV screen. There is a tense moment of silence, magnifying tensions between the two men. Passworthy shudders… and Cabal proudly exclaims!…
Cabal: There! There they go! That faint gleam of light!
Passworthy: I feel what we’ve done is – MONSTROUS!
Cabal: What they have done is magnificent!
Passworthy: Will they return?
Cabal: Yes. And go again. And again – until a landing is made and the moon is conquered. This is just a beginning.
Passworthy: And if they don’t return – MY son and YOUR daughter? What of that, Cabal?
Cabal: Rest enough for the individual man – too much of it and too soon, and we call it Death! But for Man, no rest and no ending. He must go on – conquest beyond conquest! First this little planet with its winds and ways, and all of the laws of mind and matter that restrain him. Then the planets about him. and at last out across the immensity, to the stars! And when he has conquered all the deeps of space and all the mysteries of time, -still he will be beginning!
Passworthy: But Cabal – mankind are such little creatures. Little – Little animals!
Cabal: And if we are no more than “little animals” then we must snatch at our little scraps of happiness and live and suffer and pass, mattering no more than all the other animals do – or have done!
Cabal: Is it that – or this? ALL the Universe – or Nothingness! – Which shall it be, Passworthy… which shall it be?… WHICH SHALL IT BE?
WHICH SHALL IT BE?
Production and Musical Notes
Which SHALL it be?
Thus ends “Things to Come,” first with Raymond Massey’s voice echoing, “Which shall it be” until the question is chimed by a huge chorus, accompanied by a full orchestra, the challenging words, “Which shall it be?” climaxing on a crescendo as the scene blacks out. We, the audience are left now to ponder the future of mankind… to a musical score created by Arthur Bliss, who, after writing music for “Things,” was to be knighted and made official composer to the Queen of England.
Bliss’ score for “Things to Come” was considered so special that it became the first motion-picture soundtrack ever to be recorded on discs for commercial sale. A set of 78 RPM records was issued in 1936, and in the early 1950’s, RCA Victor again recorded the score, this time with Bliss conducting the score in stereophonic sound. This recording has been reissued in England.
For the “2036” sequence of the film, certain settings had to be built entirely in the miniature scale. These included the space gun, the factory used in the reconstruction montage, the huge construction machines that rebuilt “Everytown,” and the future city itself (for its first appearance in an extreme long shot).
With proper editing and the addition of appropriate sound effects, streams of puppets were made to look like crowds of people. To this day, certain scenes in “Things to Come” mystify audiences in this manner. It is impossible to tell what portions of the sets were miniatures, and what portions were built full scale.
1936 to 2036 – Women’s Lib to come!
One scene that was cut from the film, yet appears in the printed version of the script is a dialogue between Oswald Cabal and his wife Rowena (Raymond Massey and Margaretta Scott, carrying their roles into the future). Rowena was a descendant of Roxana Black, wife of the Boss. In the dialogue, Cabal stated his views on the “women of the world who live for the purpose of proving that they are better than men,” rather than “working with them to improve the world.” Also during the scene we learn that Cabal has been divorced from his wife, that she is violently against their daughter being sent to the moon. Those who think women’s lib is a passing fad or a throwback to the suffragettes find little solace in such a vision.
Raymond Massey, then relatively unknown, was chosen for the dual role of John and Oswald Cabal. His acting style at the time was such that he could perform with an easy, flowing quality. He also had the ability to tighten up his relaxed style during moments of crisis in the lives of both Cabals. In Massey, Korda found an actor who could be a relatively quiet, philosophical sort with a powerful sense of human hope and cosmic confidence. It was a type of acting that projected a powerful aura of wisdom and leadership.
Just as Korda’s films had made stars of others including Charles Laughton, “Things to Come” was to start Massey down the starring role of films. Later, in 1940, Massey achieved the ultimate in character identification when he portrayed Abraham Lincoln with the same qualities of dynamic life that he instilled in John and Oswald Cabal.
The role of Rudolph, “Boss” of Everytown, went to Ralph Richardson. In his capable hands, the Boss became a character who, it was plain, believed he was the most important person in the world, and that he was therefore supposed to take over everything in it. Primitivism and tribalism personified, befit Mussolini and Hitler to a “T.”
Sir Cedric Hardwicke, one of the greatest portrayers of villainy, was Theotocopulos. He was the anarchist of yesterday combined with the reactionary of today. His manner balanced the scale of dramatic moments when it clashed with Massey’s role.
In 1936, Herbert George Wells, Alexander and Vincent Korda, William Cameron Menzies and a staff of additional geniuses teamed together to make a motion-picture: “Things to Come.” A large part of “Things to Come” has already come to pass. The question of “Which shall it be?” as yet to be answered as there are still many Passworthy’s about who would like to put an end to the space program in favor of war. Which shall it be? No matter what the answer, the question of today into a wondrous tomorrow will hopefully always be remembered as having been asked first if not best in a film produced in the past; in 1936, in England. “Things to Come.”
Ya, class, that is an interesting point which little Igor brought up. I’ll rephrase his question for the benefit of those students who were too busy setting fire to each other a moment ago to listen as carefully as they should.
Igor, scholar that he is, pointed out that the Encyclopedia Filmfannica lists the first filmed version of Frankenstein as being made in 1910, then by Thomas Edison, and that The Golem wasn’t first filmed ’till 1914 and then 1920, both times by Paul Wegener at the old UFA studios in Berlin, Germany, and that each time Wegener played the hulking clay monstrosity. But no matter about Edison. The Golem legend goes back much further, and was in fact the inspiration for the Frankenstein monster. You say you want proof. Isn’t the word of your schoolmaster enough?
OK then, I’ll show you.
Now, as the rest of you step into the school Time machine, Igor and Basil and I’ll dislodge Little Lucrezia from that guillotine some of you amateur humorists put her in-Hush, little Lucrezia-don’t you cry!-Professor gonna rescue your skullabye-you’ll be allright!-and IGOR! don’t lean on that draw-rope(WHEW!)-There, now, we shall be on our way. The Time Machine is set for Lucerne, Switzerland, summer 1816.
Now, group, I want you to tread softly. Up this hill to the villa and be quiet! Particularly, Ferdie!-I know it’s that time of evening you change back to a frog, but could you please try not to chirrup?-just this once? If you must transform, do it down by the lake and wait for us there!
OK, Ferdie? Uh, Ferdie? Ferdie?
Now, where was I?-Oh, yes: Peeking through the windows we espy the people written about in the Nosferatu article on page 3 of the first issue of The Monster Times-Here we see the Shelleys (Percy and Mary), and over there in the easy chair is the future author of The Vampyr, John Polidori, and of course, the English poet, George Gordon, Lord Byron. Behold, class, they now sit about and read ghost stories to each other-yes, young Things, that is what people did before television–they read. But as luck would have it, some people just couldn’t or wouldn’t read, so television had to be invented for them.
As you observe, Mary Shelley is reading aloud, in French, from a book of Medieval legends-you will from time to time hear her utter such words as “Prague,” “Rabbi Leow,” and particularly “Der Golem!” How I wish I’d brought along the automatic translators. No matter. She’ll soon finish.
There, now; done! Hush, class, Lord Byron is going to speak!-Ah ha! He just said it! He said; “I propose that we each write a ghost story!” Such a history-making suggestion! Well, kids, and tads and gremlinkins, don’t balk! Don’t gape! There’s no more to see that was it. Mayhaps it didn’t look very exciting, as say, the death of Edgar Allan Poe, which we witnessed last week, but it was just as important. (Let’s hurry back to the time machine now-that’s it-say! where’s Ferdie?-Someone go fetch him from the lake, quickly-and make sure it’s Ferdie!)-Ahem! what we have just witnessed was a crucial moment in the History of Monsterdom, for that suggestion of the poet Byron’s resulted in two great works of horror literature-first, Polidori’s subsequent The Vampyr was to metamorphize in time into Dracula and Nosferatu, and secondly, Mary Shelley’s immortal Frankenstein resulted from reading the legend of The Golem, as you have just witnessed here tonight. In fact, in the preface of the 1932 edition of Frankenstein, she admits it was her intent to “equal” the ghost stories she had read this 1816 evening.
So, in other words (ummmm-Igor, are you sure that’s Ferdie, and not just some ordinary, oversized toad? Oh, well, if you say so-and we really must be going), well class, in other words, as you’ve just witnessed, the Golem clearly both as a novel, and as a feature film, was the first Frankenstein’s monster. Now, lock the time warp prevention device, Basil…
Now that we’re back, and Ferdie is chirruping contentedly in the aquarium, I’ll run the silent, 1920 version of Der Golem.
Sadly, we can’t run the 1914 version of Der Golem. Time ordinances prevent us from going back and stealing one from the past, lest it change the future. The last remaining print was irretrievably lost when a (ho-ho) Modern Artist in the 1930’s who’d probably not been allowed to cut paper dolls as a child, chopped up the last remaining reels and pasted the itty-bitty pieces in a quaint collage. The very fact that people knew of The Golem and have forgotten that pea-brained artist is Destiny’s revenge, I suppose. Though I’d really like to take you back to that clown’s workshop, class, and set you loose, and watch you make a collage out of him.-Uh, cue the projector, Igor and when the lights go out, don’t any of you go putting Little Lucrezia in that guillotine again!-this is just a silent film, there’s no soundtrack for her screams to blend into…
DER GOLEM A Monster Times Re-Creation
Our first sight is of the old Astronomer, Rabbi David Leow (Albert Steinruck), seated in his observatory tower high above the Prague, Czechoslovakia, Ghetto. He wears an old astrologer’s cap and robe, decorated with mystic symbols, and very impressively gazes through his telescope and astrolabes, referring to charts and calculations on his gnarled writing table. He computes a column of figures and suddenly flings his arms in the air in an expression of woe and grief…
The stars predict the gravest misfortunes for the inhabitants of Prague. He knows not what, but some catastrophe is imminent, and nothing but unhappiness is to follow.
Sure enough, the next day, storm-trooper-like footsoldiers of the local despot, Rudolf II, nail a document to the gate of the Prague Ghetto.
The sign declares that “All Jews must abandon their belongings and move elsewhere” in one month, or suffer the wrath of Rudolf’s army. And from other examples found in history books, you can bet that “the wrath” meant total extermination-the killing of every Jewish person, man, woman and child, and the confiscation of all their property … the correct term is “Pogrom”… and the practice sporadically carried all the way up to Hitler’s concentration camps in Nazi Germany, a mere 30 years ago.
Rabbi Leow and the other residents of the Ghetto are awe-struck, terrified. True, the Ghetto wasn’t the finest home in the world, but now they are to wander the countryside, homeless, prey to savage animals and even more savage people. Uprooted. More helpless than before, in a hostile alien feudal world. But the Rabbi has a trick or two up his sleeve.
He also has a lovely daughter, played by Lyda Salmanova, and she has long braided hair. Keep that in mind, kids!
Shortly we see Rabbi Leow in his laboratory, poring over ancient magic books with his young assistant (played by Ernst Deutsch), desperately seeking a way. Then he finds an ancient blueprint for a clay-man, to be made and brought to life with the spirit of Astaroth. But, warns the inscription, the clay man must be brought to life only for good purposes, lest the spirits that keep him alive spoil, and his unworldly strength be used to negative or evil ends… uncontrollable ends.
The Rabbi sets to work, modeling a man of clay.
In the meantime, a messenger, a tall-blond Germanic type (and bit of an oaf at that) enters the Rabbi’s home, and waiting for the old man to appear, talks with his lovely daughter instead. The messenger of the court (Lothar Muthel) really turns on the charm, and by the time the Rabbi and his assistant enter the room, messenger and daughter are chatting most friendly. The assistant looks jealously at the scene, and the messenger abruptly stands to deliver a parchment to the Rabbi.
It’s an invitation to a feast at the Emperor, Rudolf’s court. Rabbi Leow is demanded to cast the astrological chart of Rudolf, and provide entertainments-and if his magic tricks are good enough, Rudolf might just take back the eviction notice … or at least listen to the Rabbi’s case for mercy.
Imagine! All that trouble just to get a free palm-reading!
Next we see the fabulous scene where the Golem, yet clay, is brought to life. This was one of the first really complex examples of special effects, and especially effective at that.
A circle drawn on the floor, candles are lit about it. The rabbi and his assistant enter the circle for protection, and proceed to recite the proper incantations.
Poof! The circle catches ablaze! Fiery sparks shoot up from the chalk markings on the floor, as the terrified assistant quakes. Incantations continue and the laboratory fills with smoke. The circle on the stone floor is now so intense that it has actually burned a moat-like rut in the stone … dissolving it fast!
Then BEHOLD! The Spirit of Astaroth appears! … a sinister mask-face eerily floats into the room (via double exposure-a difficult special effect in 1920!) and whooshes foul smoke from its nostrils. It frighteningly hovers about the room and then, to the relief of two apprentice sorcerers, speaks … by exhaling smoke letters through its nostrils; the letters of the secret ultra-incantation, “AEMIR,” and then promptly disappears.
The room is now normal again. The rut is vanished from the lab floor. Healed. The Rabbi and his assistant are passed out on the floor. The excitement was a bit much. Rabbi Leow revives first and rushes to a writing desk and copies down the magic letters on a slip of paper, deposits them in the back of a 5-pointed clay star, and places the star on the chest of the 62 foot clay man.
Instantly his eyes pop open. Paul Wegener, who played Der Golem as well as made the movie, was a typically German-looking actor-massive, harsh with blockish Teutonic features; he was a natural for a clay giant … and yet a strange if not ironic choice for the protector of the Jews, in light of events in Germany in years that followed-here was a person the spitting blue-eyed image of one of Hitler’s “Master Race” protecting Jewish people from extermination by hostile anti-Semitic Teutonics.
The Golem makeup was something else again. Huge clumpy feet with 3-inch soles (like the kind Boris Karloff was to later sport in FRANKENSTEIN)…a bulky vast double-breasted suitcoat, similar also to Borisover-sized sport-jacket, and a matted clay Prince Valiant fright-wig to make the head seem a little more proportionate to the 3/2-foot padded shoulders. If he’d only had bolts in the neck, a crew-cut, and scars on the wrists, he could have easily been a sub for the 1931 UniversalFRANKENSTEIN.
Now the clay man was brought to life, and the good Rabbi, figuring an idle mudpile is the devil’s playground, set him to work doing chores; chopping and fetching wood, drawing water from the well, and doing the afternoon shopping at the local marketplace. This is one of the lighter moments of the film, with the assistant stumbling along, keeping an eye out for the Golem, who freaks out the humble shopkeeper. “That’s all right,” assures the assistant, “He’s a friend of Rabbi Leow’s!” Some comfort!
Finally arrives the big night at Rudolf’s castle. The hall is packed with too-beautiful nobility and ladies of the court, carousing about and getting drunk. Rudolf calls a halt to the festivities and informs all that Rabbi Leow is to perform some sort of a magic act for everyone’s entertainment. All eyes are on the Rabbi and his assistant. Rabbi Leow signals his lackey.
The assistant springs to open the door, and in lumbers Der Golem. All are amazed at the new guest, but return their attentions to Rabbi Leow. “I am going to show you now,” he begins sagely, “The history of my people. This is a very difficult magic feat, and should the spell be prematurely broken, I cannot claim responsibility for the dire consequences!”
“Do you know where your children are tonight?”
With this warning concluded, he begins. First an incantation or two, and a vast spectral apparition materializes on the courtroom wall, above the heads of the spectators. “This is the saga of my people … these are their great leaders and yours!” he says, as images of the Exodus from Egypt and the wandering through the wilderness are displayed. Men representing Abraham, Issac, Jacob, Aaron & Moses step into closeups in the footage (double exposure, again) and seemingly stare out of the apparition down at the members of the court.
Just then the court jester makes some crude joke, and all the nobles are suddenly in an uproar, laughing mockingly at the forces they cannot understand. The vision melts, spell broken.
But now a retribution ensues! Tumultuous winds swoop down and blow through the castle! People panic and crash into one another. The Golem stands in the doorway, barring exit. Pillars give way. Lightning bolts smite the courtroom. Chaos reigns, and the roof and floor begin to crack. Great columns crumble and the ceiling slowly sifts down, to crush all in the courtroom.
“Save us! Save us!” all cry. At a signal from Rabbi Leow, the Golem confidently strides center-stage, raises his arms and like some great stone superman, holds up the collapsing ceiling till all may escape.
Grateful, Rudolf II of Czechoslovakia apologizes for the rudeness of his court, thanks Rabbi Leow and assures him that there will be no Pogrom, no expulsion, and that the Jews of Prague may remain in their homes, unhindered.
A happy ending? Not quite. Not yet. Now Rabbi Leow returns home, overjoyed. And in his laboratory, consults his magic charts. Bad tidings, he learns, are in store for one who fails to dismantle a golem after its usefulness is over. Once its good deed has been done, it is prey to control by evil spirits. Looking over his shoulder to see the Golem glowering, and approaching him menacingly, he quickly plucks the star from the monster’s chest, breaking the spell. Lifeless, the clay-man topples to the floor. The terrified rabbi vows to smash up the statue the next day; after celebrations.
Next day finds all residents in the Ghetto laughing and dancing joyously. Thanks and festivities are the order of the noon as all the village gathers in the Synagogue to thank God that they have been delivered. Well … almost everyone.
The young assistant has tarried, and raps on the bedroom door of the Rabbi’s daughter, offering to escort her that afternoon to the synagogue. The door falls open, as no bar had been drawn, and the young assistant espies Rabbi Leow’s daughter in the arms of the young messenger of the court. The door is quickly slammed in his face and locked.
Jealous, the young wrathful assistant scurries to the lab, grabs the star and replaces it on the Golem’s chest. Springing to life, the Golem raises his arms fiercely, and follows the stupid assistant, who pointing to the bedroom door, yells “Kill him!” Golem smashes down the door, grabs German messenger, and carries him to yon roof of ye observatory, the terrified daughter and the assistant following close behind. With a mighty heft, old Golem heaves the messenger from the rooftop down to the street, 50 feet below. Then! he turns on the assistant-who scurries away. The Golem grabs the girl by her long braids and drags her through the streets, seeking means of doing more quaint evil. When he finds fire (a torch) he drops the girl, preoccupied with this marvelous new instrument of destruction. Setting the torch to the Ghetto (something Rudolf II’s soldier henchman would have done). he gloats as the buildings go pretty-pretty burn-burn. Celebrants in the Synagogue smell smoke and stream into the street, bewildered, to fight the blaze. The Golem thwarts their aims awhile by tossing them about like toys. Then he staggers away in search of more destructive things to do.
Meanwhile, the jealous assistant finds the dazed young girl and together, lovingly, they vow to try to make something of their lives from that day forth. They embrace.
As this happens, elsewhere, the Golem has found his way to the Ghetto gate, forces open the door and lumbers out. Before him are a group of young German children, boys and girls playing and making necklaces of daisies.
One little girl of 4 strides up to the Golem. He picks her up; how curious. She reaches out and playfully plucks the star from his chest.
The Golem topples backward, lifeless. The now evil nemesis has been defeated by the innocent curiosity of a child. When the people of the Ghetto rush to the gates, they view the toppled Golem surrounded by happy young children. They heft up the clay statue and cart him back inside the Ghetto to dismantle him. The last scene of the film; the statue carted back inside, the massive gates swinging shut, ending the saga of the walking behemoth, the first and original Frankenstein’s monster; DER GOLEM!
Destiny has brought forth this first issue of The Monster Times, and the theme of the issue is Destiny at work. Hark work.
It takes a lot of back-hunching work to bring out a publishing sensation like The Monster Times – a tabloid monster newspaper of films, comics, fantasy and science fiction, news, reviews, previews and interviews – appearing every two weeks! But ol’ Destiny had a hand in it, and now we are the thankfully proud purveyors of the phenomenon.
The theme of Destiny is evident in our crypt-full of “firsts” as seen for instance in this first issue’s QUIZ:
Q: What did a fellow named “Max Terror” have to do with the first Vampire Film? (Page 4).
Q: Did you know that Dracula’s name was really “Irving?” (Page 5).
Q: Did you know the first Frankenstein monster had long hair? (Page 6).
Q: Who were the first blabbermouths to warn that people from the lost continent of Atlantis were secretly controlling us? (Page 11).
Q: What real-life 9-foot lizards inspired the first film appearance of King Kong? (Page 22).
Q: What 1936 film first accurately predicted World War Two, television and the atomic bomb? (Page 27).
Q: How often will The Monster Times be appearing on your newsstands? (see below).
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We of The Monster Times doubt there is a person left alive who has not seen King Kong, at least once. There is a movie theater in South Africa which shows the film every day year after year, and has shown it for over 25 years! Kong climbs the Empire State Building at least once a day in America either in “art” movie houses or on the TV screen. You’d think he’d get tired. But nope, he only gets more popular.
Wondering why, we asked our Kong specialist and film researcher, Steve Vertlieb to find out. Seems that the ol’ gorilla had a closer shave than any pterodactyl’s wing could have given him… his life was almost nipped by a cut budget at the old RKO accounting office. Here Steve, in the first of three articles on Kong, tells the long-guarded secret of the King of Kong’s fitful fight for birth, and of the three creative geniuses who delivered him into finished celluloid; Merian C. Cooper, Willis O’Brien, and Max Steiner, three men who each, in his own special way, jolly well did save King Kong… from oblivion, and for us. “Destiny” had a hand in it, to be sure; and Destiny has the “King’s Touch”…
There is a place, a vault of dreams where never realized plans and almost forgotten projects sit, alone and lost, on a dusty and cluttered shelf accumulating endless, endless time. Some were films that never came to be, and while many of these abandoned productions must be mourned over and lamented, there has been an occasional instance when the decision for change has been the right one, the proper one, a choice that forever shaped the history of motion pictures.
In 1940, the world was deprived of a film called “The War Eagle” that was to have been made by M.G.M. Had it been filmed the chances are great that the picture would have emerged a fantasy classic, for it was the project of General Merian C. Cooper, the man responsible for bringing to the screen the single most impressive fantasy film of all time.
“The War Eagle” was in its early planning stages when “Coop” returned to active military service, thereby terminating its production. A costly endeavor, the picture would have painted the fantastic portrait of a race of cavemen astride giant, prehistoric birds, who attempt to conquer modern-day New York?
Does the basic premise of this plot sound familiar? It should, for this would have been the third time that a film based upon that plot had been produced.
The first film to have employed prehistoric creatures in a modern setting was First National’s daring version of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s“The Lost World” released in 1925 and starring Wallace Beery, Lewis Stone and Bessie Love. However, it was the second attempt at filming this theme that truly captured the imagination of the theatre-going world and inspired unparalleled excitement for attending audiences nearly forty years after its original release.
the film that almost wasn’t
The film was, of course, “King Kong” and it was largely the end result of an idea formed years earlier in the mind of Merian Cooper, the creative genius behind some of the most exciting and visually impressive fare in the past fifty years. Many men with considerable talent helped to form what would have become the final version of “King Kong” but throughout its enumerable growing pains there seemed to be only one man who remained faithfully behind the project from its modest beginnings. Cooper, alone, persisted in his faith that “Kong” would one day become a reality, and were it not for his far-sighted efforts on behalf of the world’s most celebrated gorilla, “King Kong” would have turned out a very different film, indeed.
“King Kong” began to form in Cooper’s mind as early as 1930, when he completed the first “treatment” of the story. From the beginning he had envisioned a modernistic re-telling of “The Beauty And The Beast” in which a giant gorilla would be transported from his home in a primitive jungle to the more polished skyscraper jungles of New York. There he would meet his end atop the tower of the awesome Empire State Building, fighting for his right to existence against civilization’s bullet-spewing Pterodactyls.
no tin lizards, they!
Cooper’s fascination with apes stemmed from his days in Africa shooting footage, with his close friend and associate Ernest B. Schoedsack, for their silent adventure classic, “Four Feathers”, but the force that triggered his inspiration for “Kong” would seem to have been the publication of “The Dragon Lizards of Komodo”, the true story of nine-foot carnivorous lizards on Komodo Island in the East Indies.
The book was written by a friend of Cooper’s, W. Douglas Burden, a director at the Museum of Natural History in New York City, and set Cooper thinking of how easy it would be to utilize these lizards within the framework of his film. He would take a camera crew to Africa once again and shoot footage of a normal gorilla, and then transport that animal to the island of Komodo for a fight with an actual dragon. Later at the studio he could always enlarge both of the animals on film to make them appear abnormally large.
Cooper consulted with Burden about a name to call his huge protagonist. “Coop” seemed to have an affinity for names of one syllable in his previous productions, and the more unusual sounding they were the happier he would be. As all of the native dialogue used in the final film was to be authentic, he finally decided upon using the islander’s word for gorilla which happened to be “KONG”. He added a title to his character to impress his power upon the audience and the simple result was King Gorilla, or as in the preferred translation, “King Kong.”
back-breaking backing back in broke-days
Now, the problem was to find studio backing-not an easy task in a depression. Famed film producer David O. Selznick and his brother, Myron, were in New York trying to raise money in hopes of beginning a new, independent production company that David would head. Cooper presented the idea to the Selznicks but they had their own problems at the time and “Kong” was just not ready for production yet. The moment had not yet arrived.
The year was 1931 and in September of that year David Selznick became executive vice president in charge of production at R.K.O. The studio had suffered through years of mismanagement and was on the verge of bankruptcy. Selznick was handed the enormous task of saving the company. One of his first official decisions was to call in his old friend, Merian Cooper, to assist him in cleaning up the mess. One of Cooper’s assignments was to evaluate projects either in, or planned for production that were held over from the previous regime. Decisions would be made then on whether or not they were worth continuing or if it would be financially wiser to simply scrap the projects and move ahead to newer, sounder adventures.
Here, fate stepped into the life of “Coop” and his pet project, for among the productions he was asked to look into and evaluate was a proposed feature-length picture to deal with the beginnings of our planet and portray prehistoric animals on the screen. The film was titled “Creation” and it introduced Cooper to an ambitious special effects technician named Willis O’Brien.
O’Brien had almost single-handedly invented a marvelous photographic process called Stop Motion that he had used very successfully six years earlier in another film called “The Lost World.”
However, the art was still in its infancy when “Obie” made “The Lost World” for First National and he had been working hard on perfecting it while at R.K.O. Many of the bugs had been taken out since 1925, and O’Brien was prepared to prove it.
Kong walked tall -but S-L-O-W!
As he explained to Cooper, Stop Motion was the slow, tedious procedure of animating inanimate objects. The process was nearly identical to the method of bringing cartoons to life on the screen, except that he worked with small, rubber dolls that were built pliable enough to permit movement of the body.
To give his animals the illusion of life he would move a limb a tiny fraction of an inch and then proceed to shoot some frames of that movement. Then he would stop the camera and set up the animal for another shot by positioning the limb of the animal into a slightly altered angle. After that he would start the camera rolling again and shoot some further frames.
When all of the various body movements were recorded on film and played back it appeared to the viewer that the animals were moving of their own accord and possessed a very real-life force of their own.
Cooper was deeply impressed with the possibilities of using this special technique on the screen. However, it wasn’t the filming of Obie’s“Creation” that excited him but the thought of using Stop Motion procedures in his own, unborn film of “King Kong.” By creating models of the animals he would not only be able to shoot the entire picture in the studio, thereby eliminating the need for extensive “location” filming halfway around the world, but he would be able to achieve undreamed-of authenticity in the appearance and movements of his animals. This was the beginning of a dream come true for Cooper.
Destiny had brought these two men together to film the most astounding motion picture of the age. Now, all Cooper had to do was convince the board of directors at R.K.O.
kill a gorilla with a small bankbook
The New York executives weren’t quite as excited about the plan as General Cooper and Willis O’Brien. Radio Pictures was on such insecure footing at this stage that the directors would probably have balked at investing a penny for a stick of gum. In their favor, however, was the complete and continued support of David Selznick. It was this support that prompted the worried executives in New York to authorize the filming of just one reel which would be shown at a future sales meeting. After the accountants could get a look at what it was Cooper was trying to peddle to them they might have a better idea of the picture’s marketability.
Cooper was in a tight bind and he knew it but he had little choice. He could either make the test reel and hope for approval or start from the beginning again by seeking backing elsewhere. There was no choice. He had to go ahead. Choosing what sequence to put on film would not be an easy decision. Whatever he presented to the board of directors would really have to excite their imaginations and stimulate their wallets.
He made his choice. The scene to be filmed would be of the giant ape violently shaking the frightened men off of the log and into a great pit below. Additionally, some footage of Kong’s battle with a huge Allosaurus in the primeval jungle would be shot.
“baby” in a tin can
The big day arrived at last as Cooper arrived at the sales meeting with his “baby” tucked under his arm. The sales meeting was called to order, the men took their seats, and the projector began to reel off a very special single reel of film. This was to be the ultimate moment. When the lights came on again Cooper had his answer. There was overwhelming enthusiasm for the footage and he was granted immediate permission to begin work on “King Kong.”Cooper had won his victory, and “Kong” would at last be made.
Cooper had now been promoted to a higher post. He was Selznick’s executive assistant. He was producing two films simultaneously for the studio. His partner, Schoedsack, was to co-direct “Kong” with Cooper, while also directing the second Cooper production, “The Most Dangerous Game” on alternating sound stages. Identical sets and nearly identical players populated the work crews and locations of both pictures. They were, indeed, sister productions.
An important part of the filming of “King Kong” was to be a great wall that separated the native population from Kong and his assortment of monstrous companions. It would have to be enormous and magnificent. Hollywood is a town saturated with props from films gone by and films yet to be made. Cooper set about visiting the town he knew so well in search of a wall. He didn’t have much luck.
King of Kings into Kong of Kongs
Returning home he began to wander about the forty-acre back lot of R.K.O. Pathe in Culver City. What was it someone said about your own backyard?
“Them Rockettes are sure a tough act to follow.”
Staring him in the face was the skeleton of a huge gate that Cecil B. DeMille had built years earlier for his production of the classic “King of Kings.”Coop “appropriated” the gate and quickly assigned a crew of studio workmen to remodel the structure for his purposes. He ordered two giant doors built for the center of the wall and fabricated a native village in miniature directly in front of the wall. (In some shots of the wall in the finished film one can spot certain Roman-looking columns held over from the DeMille film.)
Meanwhile, Selznick had decided to go elsewhere for employment, and departed R.K.O. for Metro Goldwyn Mayer. In his place as Production Head of the studio was his former assistant. Cooper was now fully in charge.
shiftless spiders snidely snipped
Generally assumed to have been a part of the original test reel was a brief sequence that involved huge, carnivorous spiders. When the angered “Kong” shakes his unfortunate victims off the lot and into the ravine below they are hungrily devoured by the waiting spiders. While the print was still being cut, and in its “work” stages Cooper decided that the spiders slowed up the pacing of the film. He wanted to keep it tight at all times so he deleted the scene, and it was never shown to anyone outside of the immediate studio complex.
Famed mystery writer Edgar Wallace was under contract to R.K.O. at this time and was assigned the task of writing a scenario based on Cooper’s original story. Cooper agreed to share screen and book credit for authorship with Wallace. Wallace died before he ever had an opportunity to work on the screenplay of the film so Coop was without a writer temporarily. Ruth Rose was a writer that he had great respect for and she was, coincidentally, married to Schoedsack. Cooper decided to keep it in the family and so he assigned Miss Rose, along with fellow writer, James Creelman to compose the final script. For the official novelization he turned to an old newspaper friend, Delos W. Lovelace, who wrote a faithful adaptation of the story. The novel was published by Grosset and Dunlap in 1933 and the author’s credit at the top of the page read as follows: “King Kong” By Edgar Wallace and Merian C. Cooper; Novelized By Delos W. Lovelace.
As it turned out, ninety-five percent of “King Kong” was filmed directly on the studio lot just as Cooper had predicted. There was very little actual location footage done and costs were kept at a minimum. Kong’s sole public appearance as “Carl Denham’s Monster” in New York City was filmed at the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles. The scenes entering the theatre, in the seated audience, and presented on the stage were all shot entirely in one day.
There the captive, bound tight to a wooden cross, bore an uncomfortable resemblance to the crucifixion of Christ; Kong of Kongs!
The sequences taken aboard Captain Englehorn’s embattled old steamer were really filmed on a tramp steamer in San Pedro Harbor.
Rather than display Kong on a theatrical stage as was finally agreed upon, Cooper’s first conception of that unveiling was to present Kong to New York in a huge, outdoor stadium in broad daylight. Choices being considered for the location were Madison Square Garden and Yankee Stadium. O’Brien went as far as sketching his version of the scene when the director decided in favor of the theatre. Presumably, the Shrine Auditorium was intended to represent New York’s Radio City Music Hall.
hands across the (animator’s) table
O’Brien drew a series of preliminary sketches of the animal at various stages of the film. As in the film, the cities and jungles were fashioned by Mario Larrinaga and Byron L. Crabbe.
All of the animals in the picture were built by the skilled hands of Marcel Delgado, model maker supreme.
Throughout the long history of “Monster” movies, technicians have striven to create new, and blood-curdling sounds to emanate from the vocal cords of their creations. Kong’s fierce, never-to-be-forgotten roar was achieved by the recording, at half speed, of a fully grown lion which was then printed in reverse on the soundtrack.
“King Kong” was completed after one year at a cost of approximately $650,000.00. A full-size bust of Kong was put on display in the forecourt of Sid Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in Hollywood for the premiere. It was the very same full-scale bust that was used in the production of the movie for some of the closeups of Kong’s face. Of course, the majority of the ape’s appearances on the screen were filmed in Obie’s “Stop Motion” process but there were several times in the run of the film that the full-scale bust was used. The one scene in the film in which a man was dressed in a monkey suit was in the final scene of the movie: Charles Gemora, long associated with playing animals in pictures, donned the gorilla suit for the long shot of Kong climbing up the side of the Empire State Building for his final battle.
music for MAXimum effect
In an adventure film like “King Kong” music plays a vastly important role in creating the proper atmosphere. In many instances film music can make a good film seem better than it actually is. And as for the bad ones, this writer long ago lost count of the miserable pictures that were literally saved by an excellent music score. Similarly, a bad music score can critically wound a decent film. In the case of “Kong”, this was one picture that appeared to have everything going for it. The head of R.K.O.’s music department until 1936 was Max Steiner, a man considered by many film historians to be the most prolific composer of the screen. In his unpublished autobiography, “On The Right Track”, Steiner recalls the growing skepticism on the part of R.K.O.’s executive officers regarding the box office appeal of “Kong.” They had to be repeatedly won over as a collective paranoia recurred over and over again. They thought that the gorilla looked unreal and rather phony, and they were no longer sold on the animated sequences. When it came time for scoring the film they advised Steiner to merely borrow tracks from previous studio films and dub them into the soundtrack of “Kong.” The word was out that no additional money was to be wasted on a film that might turn out to be the ruination of an already dying studio. In other words–no new score and no costly arrangements.
MaxenSteiner’s monster
Fortunately, Cooper re-entered the scene and proved his complete faith in “Kong” once again. “Coop” urged Steiner to write a fresh score for the film and reassured him that he would pay any extra costs from his own pocket. The result was Steiner’s finest hour, the dynamic, heart-pounding score for “King Kong.” The composer set about creating a vast plain of emotional experience set to music. From the moment the film begins with the ominous three bars that fans around the globe universally recognize as Kong’s Theme, to the final, memorable fadeout the listener is caught in a raging onslaught of sound. The slow, gradually building tension of the first hint of arrival on Skull Island is masterfully conveyed as Steiner subtly integrates the deceptive sound of breakers near the shore with the warning drums of unseen natives from somewhere on the beach. As Denham and his crew cautiously leave the shelter of their ship, and enter the apparently empty village they hear a distant chanting somewhere near the great wall up ahead of them.
As they walk steadily nearer the sounds gain strength and momentum until at last the intruders come upon a dazzling ‘sight: the ritualistic sacrifice of a young maiden to something the natives continually call “KONG, KONG.”
However, the momentary safety of the explorers on Skull Island is abruptly interrupted when the tribal chief catches sight of them, and calls a halt to the proceedings. Steiner accents every movement of the chief’s strut as he walks toward the intruders. His slow, deliberate steps are contrasted dramatically by the wild, gyrating advance of the menacing witch doctor. This is only a prelude to the unrestrained frenzy of the natives as they invite KONG to partake of their gift, the now captive Ann Darrow. It is here that Steiner captures the fury, and vengeful fanaticism of the island’s populace in an intoxicated rage. The music begins as the natives are already swept up by the exhilaration of what they plan to do. It throbs, and builds to a fever pitch, exuding an excitement from the screen that cannot fail to touch anyone in the viewing audience, and concludes sharply, abruptly at its very peak leaving the helpless spectator literally gasping for his breath.
Sheet music for piano was published for the score, and Steiner recorded a fifteen-minute suite from the film with the R.K.O. Studio Orchestra.
The Prophet Said (as prophets must)…
The music wonderfully sets the pace at the outset for what is to come, but it is aided almost mystically by the mysterious “Old Arabian Proverb” that precedes the story’s unraveling and stands as a profoundly beautiful warning to all who may fall under the spell of the goddess of love: “And The Prophet Said-And lo, the beast looked upon the face of beauty. And it stayed its hand from killing. And from that day, it was as one dead.” The old Arabian proverb was written for the film by that old Arabian, Merian C. Cooper, as a part of his original treatment for the film in 1930, and has since become a genuine slice of American mythology.
ISSUE AFTER NEXT
How To Sell A Gorilla!
Part two of Steve Vertlieb’s Chronicles of Kong; some rarely known or remembered Kong curiosities; rare old posters and advertisements, anecdotes about the gala premiere, and other merchandising highlights of the Greatest Campaign on Earth!, portfolios of never-before-seen poster art, and much, much more!
Destiny wasn’t asleep at the switch when Nosferatu was culled from the warped imaginations of the early German Film-makers. In fact, Dracula/Nosferatu and The Golem/Frankenstein are really cousins of sorts as this (and the following) article will demonstrate. The first family reunion of this monster clan goes back to Switzerland, 1816 when their invisible memories subtly provoked some of the finest giants of the 19th century literature. To wit: Lord Byron that poet they always make you read in your English Lit class was verily the prototype of the ol’ Duke of Darkness himself! Heavy? Right on!-er-rather Fright On.
Dave Izzo has done some spiffy research on the origins of NOSFERATU
Vampires- the way of empty flesh
When was the last time you saw a vampire? If you never have, or you’ve just forgotten when it was, don’t feel bad; you’re suffering from a loss felt by horror lovers everywhere. That ancient and revered species of bloodsucker is going the way of the aardvark, the seal and the American bald eagle: that is, extinction. Once the world abounded with vampiric toothy smiles. They’ve got a history that goes back to antiquity, and for auld fang syne is worth a retelling.
When man began, vampire legends were a universal phenomenon touching all the corners of the globe. From an Arabic djinn to a Greek vyrolackas, every country had its own night-crawler. The manifestations of their undead evil varied in each place, but the goal was always the same; blood.
Centuries ago this life-sustaining liquid was regarded as a magical element, and equally supernatural was any being that attempted to steal it. Early man’s superstitious mind expected satanic corpses to try midnight raids on someone’s blood supply.
Vampires Invade Libraries
As man stumbled out of the dark ages, the belief in blood-robbers became less public as people pretended to be more civilized. Nonetheless, man’s subconscious fantasies prevailed in the form of Gothic fiction.
From 1765, beginning with Walpole’sCASTLE OF OTRANTO, to 1825, these novels swept through Europe. They usually had a heroine who encounters and conquers a variety of weird happenings, including a vampire or two. At this time they were only minor characters, and it wasn’t till 1816 that a vampire was presented in his modern form.
Vampires Invade Switzerland?
In the Summer of that year, the English poet Percy Bysshe Shelley and his wife Mary vacationed in Switzerland at the home of another great poet, Lord Byron. Also there was Byron’s physician and companion John Polidori. During a succession of rainy days that kept them indoors, they rummaged through the attic and came across an old book of ghost stories. For entertainment they sat in a circle and read them aloud. Quoting Mary Shelley, one story went like this.
“There was a tale of the sinful founder of his race, whose doom it was to bestow the kiss of death on all the younger sons of his fated house. His gigantic shadowy form was seen at midnight, by the moon’s fitful beams, to advance slowly along the gloomy avenue. The shape was lost beneath the shadow of the castle walls, but soon a gate swung back, a step was heard, the door of the chamber opened, and he advanced to the couch of the blooming youths. Eternal sorrow sat upon his face as he bent down and kissed the foreheads of the boys, who from that hour withered like flowers snapped upon the stalk.”
Though not exactly a vampire, this spirit contains vampiric elements. Evil when alive, he becomes one of the undead as punishment. He steals life from youth as he prowls the night.
English Lit’s Own Vampire
Inspired by these tales Lord Byron suggested that the quartet try writing their own horror stories. All four attempted the task, but as the Summer turned to Autumn only two continued. Surprisingly, it was the two poets who dropped out, and the amateurs that succeeded. Mary Shelley wrote her classic FRANKENSTEIN, and Polidori “borrowed” THE VAMPYRE.
The good doctor stole the idea from Byron, but wrote and developed the story himself. It features a Lord Ruthven whose suavity and regal bearing become the model for all subsequent vampires. This evil aristocrat, after swearing his unknowing companion to secrecy, fakes his own death. Later, the companion returns to London and finds the vampire alive, preying on society. Bound to his oath the man can say nothing, and the vow must last a year and a day. As time passes, the pressures of his horrible knowledge drive him to the edge of insanity. He soon learns that his sister’s been beguiled by the villain’s charms and plans to marry him on the last day of the vow. Her half-crazed brother begs her to delay another day, but she will not, believing him to be mad. At midnight, freed from the oath, and moments before his death, he sends friends to her rescue. It’s too late. Ruthven is gone, glutted with blood.
It should be mentioned that Ruthven is a fictionalization of Lord Byron. Byron was an internationally notorious personality, known more in his time for his scandalous life than for his works. Byron and Polidori, at first friends, argued constantly during that Summer, and parted as enemies. THE VAMPYRE was intended as an insult as well as a serious work. The first full-fledged vampire story in English, it initiated a very important literary chain that still exists. As for Byron, he’ll be happy to know that there’s a little of him in every vampire since 1816. And there’s been plenty of them.
a Drac-o-lantern lights the way
Most of them were bad imitations of Polidori’s novel, but in 1897 the man appeared with the flowing fangs. None other than DRACULA, the baddest bloodsucker of them all! It was written by Bram Stoker whose only previous fame had been as the manager of England’s top actor of the time, Sir Henry Irving. Stoker in DRACULA, accomplished the definitive novel of vampirism. He tied together all the strings of demonology, legend, the folklore, then added Polidori’s foundation and created the ultimate vampire.
The powers and limitations of the nefarious count were established as the precedent for the future. Like many authors, Stoker searched for some facts to lend a measure of authenticity to his tale. He found a fifteenth-century Slavic nobleman named Drakula, a general in battles against the Turks, also an insane sadist, torturer, and murderer who used his noble power to victimize the local peasants. One manuscript telling Drakula’s story, called him a wampyr, a derivative of vampire.
For fantasy’s sake, Stoker’s villain is supposed to be the same man four hundred years later. Here is evil incarnate, Count Dracula as first seen by the hero who has just entered the Transylvanian castle.
Would you buy a used coffin from this man?
“Within stood a tall old man, clean-shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere… He moved impulsively forward, and holding out his hand, grasped mine with a strength that made me wince, an effect which was not lessened by the fact that it was as cold as ice – more like the hand of a dead than a living man…
“His face was a strong – a very strong aquiline, with high bridge of the thin nose and particularly arched nostrils, with lofty domed forehead, and hair growing scantily round the temples, but profusely elsewhere. His eyebrows were very massive, almost meeting over the nose… The mouth was fixed and rather cruel-looking, with peculiarly sharp white teeth; these protruded over the lips, whose remarkable ruddiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For the rest, his ears were pale and at the top extremely pointed; the chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm though thin. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor.
“… I could not but notice (his hands) were rather coarse – broad, with squat fingers. Strange to say, there were hairs in the centre of the palm. The nails were long and fine, and cut to a sharp point. As the Count leaned over me… I could not repress a shudder. It may have been that his breath was rank, but a horrible feeling of nausea came over me… The Count’s eyes gleamed…”
a Vampire named Irving?
Of course his eyes gleamed, because when he leaned over it was to get a better look at the hero’s neck. With a description like that there’s no mystery about who the villain is going to be. In fact, check a picture of Henry Irving and you’ll see that Stoker pulled a prank a la Polidori and Byron. The joke in this instance is between friends, not enemies, and is only one of the links that connects DRACULA and THE VAMPYRE.
Count Dracula, as did Lord Ruthven, schemes a plot that will get him to England. Once there, his evil draws him to the loved ones of the book’s hero. But unlike Lord Ruthven, Dracula attempts too much and is defeated. The factor of vampire migration is obviously motivated by a need for more victims, but the arrogance of pursuing people who know you exist is a display of defiant power. These Polidoric elements continued in the first vampire flick which starred… wrong, not Bela Lugosi, but Max Shreck. (Who?) Shreck, incidentally, means “Terror” in German.
Rumanian Vampires
Maniacal Max played the title role in the 1922 German silent NOSFERATU (the word is the Rumanian one for vampire!) The story begins as does Stoker’s novel, but scriptwriter Henrik Galeen digresses with some unusual ideas that extend Stoker’s melodramatic romanticism into that stuff called psychological symbolism.
The hero, sleeping unsuspectingly in the count’s castle is about to get his blood checked. At this moment, hundreds of miles away, his wife Nina awakens whispering her husband’s name. Suddenly, Nosferatu recoils and cannot go on.
Love Conquers All (sometimes)…
It was Galeen’s object to show that love could combat the vampire even in his supernatural realm. After the hero escapes, the villain, who comes to appear more and more as the image of pestilence, leaves his castle for redder pastures.
Drinking his way across Germany, Nosferatu changes physically as his evil increases. Tall and thin (you can’t get fat on a liquid diet) his snakelike figure grows hunchbacked, and his already ugly face contorts into a grotesque gargoyle. Finally, he reaches the town of Bremen and there meets Nina – in a scene that symbolizes Galeen’s belief that the evils which Nosferatu represents cannot conquer those who confront them fearlessly.
Instead of fleeing from the vampire, Nina welcomes him. As she does, the sun breaks through and the villain dissolves into nothing. The strength of goodness wins out over evil and is given an aspect of magical power. The evil it defeats is considered a disease that gets more repugnant as time lets it continue. The message of these ideas was dramatized by the film’s director F.W. Murnau.
Murnau had the ability to eliminate boundaries between the real and unreal. Reality was bordered by dreams, and a tangible person, like Nina, might impress the audience as an apparition. The success of the film rested largely on the camera’s rendition of eerie horror.
Vampires since: Necks to Nothing!
How to make a film from a stage play is what happens in Lugosi’sDRACULA. It’s an extremely one-dimensional movie in that all it did was to virtually film a stage presentation. The special effects pioneered by Murnau were completely neglected. And even though Lugosi was renowned as the vampire, if you refer back to Stoker’s conception, he really doesn’t make it.
With a few exceptions, like Chris Lee’s excellent portrayal in HORROR OF DRACULA, vampire flicks fall far short of Stoker’s fabulous novel. The Polidoric tradition has been nearly forgotten in the wake of films such as BILLY THE KID VS. DRACULA. (Yes there actually is a disaster by that name). Woe is the world when a weirdo like that creep in DARK SHADOWS bares his fangs between toothpaste commercials. Vampires surely need our mortal support.
Let the hovering spirits know that you’re still with them. One nice thing you might do is leave some blood in a saucer on your doorstep before you go to bed. After all, vampires aren’t bad guys compared to things like wars, poverty, and drugs. They’re only figments of fantasy to relieve us from the real evils in life. Look at it this way; I’d rather take on Dracula than an A-bomb anytime.
(Speaking of A-bombs-check out our chilling Mushroom Monsters article on page 18, and ditto our special comic strip version of Nosferatu on page 20-Ed.)
No, that’s not the butler who always “did it”-That’s Nosferatu, the first filmed recreation of Bram Stroker’sDracula. Note them hands!
Destiny just keeps chugging along through this first issue of the MONSTER TIMES -a journal reporting duly upon “firsts.” Not wishing to alienate fans of Mary Shelley’sFrankenstein, which first brought Boris Karloff to the imagination of the American public, we present this specially commissioned poster portrait visual allegory of FRANKENSTEIN, as conceived by master horror illustrator, BERNI WRIGHTSON.
This is the first of many centerfold spectaculars; visual treats designed just for you and your wall.
Yon gargantuan mini-sistine-chapel of horror and ghoulish draftsmanship before you is suitable for ye framing. All C-folds will be, in fact… just another example of how the unemployed elves and expatriate gnomes of the Black Forest busy here at THE MONSTER TIMES are always thinking of you.
In future issues we’ll be presenting such goodies as a portfolio of production sketches and the lost ad campaign art of KING KONG! At other times we’ll feature our giant tabloid-sized comic art pages in color in this center spotlight.
As an extra bonus, we also present in this issue (on pages 20 & 21) NOSFERATU in comic book form, conceived brilliantly by Berni’s burgeoning baneful brush.