Posted tagged ‘B movies’

“The cookie-verse is infinite”

November 28, 2016

Trying to find something to watch on TV is a losing battle. I told my remote to find me science fiction movies. The choices were strange. Cinderella was one. I guess it is the talking mice and the fairy godmothers. The only scifi choices I wanted to watch I’ve already seen or they cost money. I don’t get that money piece as many of the films are old and have already been on regular TV. If I had my druthers, I’d have a free channel devoted to B science fiction movies, the old black and white ones. I’d totally binge on those. Luckily, though, I don’t really need movies. I have books from the library, a couch and an afghan. I might even make popcorn.

The plastic dog door fell off again so I had to shut the back door because of the cold. It’s a good thing this is Gracie’s nap time or I’d be standing at the back door waiting for her to come inside. Later, I’ll try yet again to attach the new plastic door piece to the dog door frame. Because I did it once on the old plastic, I am determined to do it again.

My mother used to start calling around this time. She’d say, “Guess what I bought you this weekend,” and then she’d chuckle. I’d guess a few things, but I wasn’t ever right. On another call she’d tell me I was going to love what she had just bought me. Teasing me part of the fun of Christmas. My mother loved these days leading to Christmas with all the decorating and the baking. We’d discuss what each of us was making. I always made date-nut bread, coffee cake for Christmas morning, fudge for my sister and my dad, orange cookies for my mother and English toffee. My mother made sugar cookies, chocolate chip sometimes, biscotti one year and cookies press cookies another year. She’d also make a pie or two. The dining room table always had trays of goodies. My dad used to make several trips each night. He always drank milk with his cookies.

Every week I keep track of the number of miles I drive. Why I do that, I have no idea, especially now. I don’t go out every day. Tomorrow is my only must go out to do something day as Gracie has a vet appointment. Maybe on some other day, I’ll get a sudden urge to hit the road, if only for a ride, but then again, my house is warm and cozy and, best of all, I love being at home.

 

My favorite time of day is to get up and eat leftovers from dinner, especially spicy food.

July 24, 2016

Last night, the first movie night of the season, got started with appetizers and dinner but then lightning brightened the sky, and it started to rain. We hustled inside with the movie equipment, chair pillows and the food. Even though it didn’t rain for too long the lightning hung around so we were glad to be inside the house. We sat at the dining room table, munched movie candy, and chatted. It was a wonderful evening despite no movie.

I was late in getting up this morning. All the hauling of movie equipment from the cellar and the preparations for dinner caused horrible back pain. I could barely move when I went to bed, but, luckily, right now, there is barely any pain. As I have no plans for today my back should be fine.

Right now it is sunny, 80˚, with 54% humidity. That is far better than it has been; however, I’m staying inside cooled by the AC.

Summer invites laziness, and I am happily lazy. Some days I sit on the deck and read. I don’t even bother to get dressed. I talk to a few people on the phone, and that is the extent of my human contact. I eat random foods instead of a real meal and eat when I’m hungry. Some days it’s cheese and crackers. One day it was caramel popcorn for lunch. I cooked Chinese sausages the other day and ate them for three meals in a row. I don’t get bored with leftovers. I aways think many foods taste better the next day.

The TV is on, and I’m being entertained by a movie called Dinoshark. I figure I don’t need to explain the plot as the title is enough to give it away. It is a low budget film so the effects are cheesy. The dinoshark looks a bit rubbery. Why am I watching? I can’t resist a B movie. Besides, I’m getting ready for next Sunday’s Sharknado 4.

“It’s okay to be crazy and scared and brave at the same time!”

May 2, 2013

The day is so beautiful that Gracie just came inside for her morning nap. It’s quite late as the cats are already well into theirs. Fern, of course, grabbed all the morning sunlight streaming through the front door so Maddie is on the afghan. Gracie hit the couch.

Last night around 11:30 I noticed the back sensor lights were on. They were keyed to Gracie when she was younger and around 25-30 pounds so a possum or skunk wouldn’t trigger them. I was curious to know if something was in the yard so I went out to check. I saw nothing, and a few minutes later the lights went out. I had to laugh when I thought about the whole thing. If I were watching me do that in one of those B science fiction movies I love, I’d be sitting on the couch saying what an idiot that character is to go outside like that. Then when a rabid wild beast or a homicidal maniac with an axe or an alien hungry for human flesh got me, the me on the couch would not be surprised. Characters who follow blood trails or weird sounds in the woods always end up dead. The lights being on could have been a tip-off, but I went out anyway. Watching those movies, I’ve always wondered why the blood on the stairs wasn’t enough of a warning to make those characters run as fast as they could in the opposite direction, not upstairs, but I really knew it was one of those suspension of disbelief moments, a necessary plot detail, as no real person would ignore the blood. Because I always get into those movies, I often yell out loud, “Run!” as if I could save the character walking upstairs to his doom. Last night, though, I found out it isn’t only in movies. Even in real life people ignore the warning signs and walk blithely into the possibility of mayhem or impending doom. After my having ventured out to the deck, I’m going to re-evaluate calling those characters idiots. Maybe I’ll use curious or even brave.

The brave woman holding the kitchen knife in her hand followed the blood trail up the stairs.

“Even though it’s dark and cold there is always a shade of light.”

January 5, 2013

Last night was one of those when will I ever get tired nights. Luckily, TCM kept me occupied with a slew of B science fiction movies. I got to see The Creature from the Black Lagoon, Tarantula, The Incredible Shrinking Man and It Came from Outer Space.  It was around two before It returned to Outer Space so I could go to bed. I love those movies as bad as they are at times. That’s the fun of them. In the Creature, a favorite of mine, the jungle is filled with howls and the sounds of animals. It is overgrown with vines and trees. The underwater is almost eerie with plants waving back and forth and trailing in the water. The best scene is when the Creature swims beneath the girl in the water and touches her foot a couple of times but touches it so gently the girl has no idea what is in the water below her. It’s the scene Spielberg borrowed for the start of Jaws though his opening ended a bit less gently. Later in the Creature, the girl, as per the rules of B movies, runs and then falls so the Creature can capture her and take her to his lair, a maze of underground caves. The brave men follow. One man dies. The girl is saved. The Creature isn’t until the sequel.

The morning is chilly, around 35˚, and the day won’t get much warmer. I have to go out for a few groceries. The larder is so empty it echoes.

There is a mouse living in my kitchen. It hangs around behind the refrigerator, and Maddie just sits and waits patiently for the beastie to appear. I have to think it stays well hidden as Maddie would have sent the beastie to its heavenly reward by now. She is a good and patient mouser.

Most of Christmas is gone now. I have a pile of decorations which needs to be taken down the cellar then the pine tree will go last. It stays decorated and is covered by a plastic bag until next year when it will assume its rightful place in the dining room.

The house seems dark and bare. I have a few electric candles I light in the living room and some pepper lights in the kitchen, and they do help a little to scare away the darkness, but the tree was magnificent. I miss the bubble lights, the red peppers, Santa and his reindeer flying up the tree, the white lights in the middle like stars and all those colored lights. Maybe it should be a winter tree. Christmas time doesn’t last long enough.

“Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here! This is the War Room!”

July 7, 2012

Here I am still behind shut windows and closed doors in the coolness of my house. Last night my feet were cold, and I used the afghan. It was wonderful feeling chilly.

I have a few errands today which is fine as I never left the house yesterday except to water the back garden and the deck flowers. It would be far too easy to become a hermit.

Yesterday I watched The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra and laughed out loud too many times to count. The movie is a spoof of 1950’s B-movies. The skeleton, lying on the ground, talked and commanded humans as well as Kro-Bar and Laddis, the two aliens, to do its bidding. The strings on the skeleton’s moving arms were obvious. The Mutant with one eye wore shoes easily seen as he walked. His costume was too cheesy to describe. The actors were perfect saying the awful dialogue with perfectly straight faces, “Well again I didn’t mean to throw a damper. Believe me that’s the last thing I’d like to throw. I don’t want to throw anything at all really. But when folks are horribly mutilated, I feel it’s my job to tell others. We take our horrible mutilations seriously up in these parts,” was the warning from Ranger Brad. Dr. Paul Armstrong, the Earth hero, told Kro-Bar, “From now on, I’ll stick to science, and leave the hunting alien mutants to the experts!” I warn you, though, unless you love B-movies, you’ll hate this spoof. As soon as it was over, I went to Amazon and bought a copy.

Tomorrow will be our first movie on the deck night. We’ll play a game or two while we munch appetizers including a new one with melted cheese. I love trying out new dishes and having my friends over is the perfect time. They never mind being Guinea pigs. Then we’ll have the main course: different flavors of grilled sausages with peppers and onions on fresh rolls and a pasta salad on the side. I’m showing Ferris Bueller’s Day Off as neither of my friends have ever seen it. During the movie I’ll bring out the popcorn, the Nonpareils and the malted milk balls. Maybe I’ll buy some JuJus just to throw. It’ll be like the old days!

“But if we continue conducting nuclear tests… it’s possible that another Godzilla might appear somewhere in the world again.”

June 5, 2010

The day is dark and the weather threatening. Rain, predicted for today and tonight, is already palpable in the dampness of the air. Earlier I heard the first rumblings of thunder way off in the distance. The latest rumblings are much closer, nearer to the house. The storm is not so far away.

A rainstorm on a Saturday was never welcome when I was a kid. It meant staying home on the best day of the week. It meant whining about fate and my lot in life. Why me? Why Saturday? The house was small, and on a rainy weekend day we, the six of us, were crammed together. TV was the best diversion when we could agree on a program. Most times it was the morning cartoons and serials then movies in the afternoon. If we were lucky, it was an old horror film from the 30’s, a 50’s black and white B movie or a Japanese creature movie, where none of the characters’ mouths matched their dialogue. The atomic bomb was prominent and gave birth to some of my favorite B movie creatures. (Side note: the rain has started, and it’s tremendous. Thunder is overheard and rumbling constantly. I saw lightning in the front yard. All of the outside lights on timers are lit from the darkness brought by the rain. The windows in this room are open so I can hear the storm.) Now, back to the main feature. One of my favorite creatures created by a bomb blast is The Amazing Colossal Man, who became a nasty sort after the plutonium got him and the cure didn’t work. I totally understand his madness. Wearing a giant diaper is cause enough. I have often mentioned Them, the giant ants, as being my favorite of all, but Godzilla, with Raymond Burr added, is also a huge favorite though it does make me laugh now. I still have a special fondness for several of the creatures who came from beneath the sea.

It seems I have planned my rainy day. I’ll pull out my SciFi Classic 50 Movie Collection, pop some corn and get cozy. I think I’ll start with The Atomic Brain.


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