When Gef asked me to write a blog post for his monster movie marathon, I thought cripes, I don't watch monster movies. That is, of course, a lie. I think the problem is I don't necessarily see the monsters as monsters. Sure, I think things crawling from swamps or anything bug-like a monster but I don’t watch those kinds of movies. I like to sleep at night. I like to sleep without itching.
My problem is I heart Frankenstein's monster, mummies, zombies and (adore) vampires. Whenever I think of Frankenstein's monster I just want to hug him, I couldn't write a story where he was intentionally bad. Actually, I couldn't write a story about him at all because that would feel like theft. He belongs to Mary Shelley. As for mummies, I just want to unravel their bandages and make them dance. See, that's not scary at all. Unless of course, I start dancing too. I find zombies chomping down on folk comical--hence listing Shaun of the Dead and Fido as my favourite zombie movies.
I guess what scares me most are ghosts, but they're not monsters.
My all-time favourite monsters (still not comfortable with that word) are vampires. In the words of Queen--who wants to live forever? Well me, please, thank you very much. Sure, they have to avoid pointy, sharpened things - so do I. Pencils can be especially dangerous to the clumsy. And I'm certain I'd sizzle if you threw holy water on me, although I'd miss the sunlight because if I was a vampire I'd refuse to sparkle.
I've been trying to think what the first vampire movie was I saw, and I can't remember. That bothers me. I know they were already my favourite trope by the time I saw The Lost Boys. Side note: Kiefer Sutherland has to be the prettiest vampire ever (I never did take to Angel). I'm assuming I first discovered them in Salem's Lot or Fright Night; it sure as hell wasn't Count Duckula.
I hope it wasn't Count Duckula.
All the best,
Cate -- www.categardner.com