Eli Roth has said many times: “If you don’t want to be scared during a horror film, don’t close your eyes— close your ears.”
I have always had a fascination with the legends and supernatural beings of cultures all over the world. Everyone in every culture in the world has stories of evil spirits or demonic entities that exist to only cause torment or strive to make deals with the living for either their body or their soul.
This January will mark the 200th anniversary of one of literature's most enduring classics; Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus, a gothic tale that at this point, is as old as time. Through the two centuries since its conception on what the author remembered as a “…wet, ungenial summer” in 1816, Frankenstein has been adapted, re-imagined and for lack of a better term, reconstructed countless times. Of these adaptations, no treatment has been greater than the monsters awakening on celluloid, beginning with James Whale’s pivotal Frankenstein and lately with the less than impressionable Victor Frankenstein.
I am a big fan of the huge 1920's spiritualism movement. It was during that time that spirit boards, seances and mysticism reined supreme. Stories of old charlatans, black and white cartoons depicting ghosts and demons...I love it all. When a short film called PARLOUR TRICKS was sent my way, I was immensely excited. It heralded long pasty styles, humor and was exactly what I hoped it would be.