Word: frankenstein
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...colored, engagingly irresponsible pictures of beach scenes, toylike Venetian canals, imaginary Oriental landscapes, houses like patchwork quilts. Last week Sutter Street's Raymond & Raymond Gallery was exhibiting some of Papa Hiler's paintings. The critics were pleasantly taken aback. Said the San Francisco Chronicle's Alfred Frankenstein: "He sets up quite regular rhythmic patterns and then answers them in a kind of sudden, surprising syncopation. It is the nearest visual approach to hot jazz...
What have they done with the rip-roaring scream-squeezing digestion-turning horrors of old? Where is the stupendous fantasy of King Kong, the revolting blackness of The Mystery of the Wax Museum, Zombie, The Cat and the Canary, Frankenstein? It seems that Hollywood first tried to give son-and-daughter sequels to these original blood-curdlers. And when that didn't work, they turned away from blackness for blackness' sake, and took refuge in the arms of Morality...
...shady plastic surgeon who has disguised him to look just like Boris Karloff of the movies. The part is played by Boris Karloff. Making his Broadway debut, without any of his usual horrific face putty or false hair, he is every bit as sinister as he was in Frankenstein...
...charmed by the steadfastness with which, during his lifetime of 30 years, Shelley indulged his "passion for reforming the world." He traces every step of it: Shelley's elopement with Harriet Westbrook; their attempts to reform Ireland and Wales; Shelley's desertion of Harriet for Mary (Frankenstein) Godwin, and Harriet's suicide ; his inheritance of a fortune; their last, tragic days in Italy. There Shelley encouraged revolution in Spain, Naples, Greece, England; there he wrote his most important verse; there he drowned. Wrote the Tory Courier: "Shelley, the writer of some infidel poetry, has been drowned...
...Shelley's fish-eaten, livid corpse. Said Trelawny: "I restore to nature, through fire, the elements of which this man was composed. . . ." Said Byron: "Why, Trelawny . . . you do it very well." But when Trelawny handed Mary Shelley her husband's "little black shrivelled" heart, the authoress of Frankenstein was horrified...