I picked up this book with tears of joy streaming down my face, thanking the cosmos that someone finally wrote an exhaustive book for horror fans. But my tears of joy turned to tears of anguish, my fists clenched strands of hair wrenched from my head.
You may think you already know these films—goodness knows, they’ve been shown often enough on television—but chances are you really don’t. Rewatching them once again, I was amazed at how different they are from what I remembered.
Maybe hacking up a classic horror story is anathema to many readers, but there is a strange allure about stitching together a new creation from the body of the novel. What's the harm in a little experimentation?
Why did you create me? The plaintive question adorning National Theatre Live posters may echo critics’ question about the need for yet another in a long line of Frankensteins. Previous Frankensteins and monsters have been entertaining but less socially relevant. The National Theatre’s production, as directed by Oscar-winner Danny Boyle, to use a cliché, is Alive!