when vincent price was cool
Three times today I started to write a post about Jayson Blair, the New York Times and future lawsuits. And each time I got three sentences in and my brain screeched to a halt.
I think we'll stick to BlogLite(tm) today.
Back in the good old days of 70's today, there was this show called The 4:00 Movie (I was reminded of this by Joe's post about Afterschool Specials). Every day they would show some cheesy movie, usually an Vincent Price/Edgar Allen Poe creepfest or some black and white sci-fi laugher that really wasn't supposed to be a laugher.
It was on the 4:00 Movie that I first saw The Fly and I dreamed for months after that of being trapped in a spider web. In those dreams I had the face of Vincent Price. I still don't know which fate was worse - the face I had to wear or the fact that I was about to become a spider's dinner.
Every once in a while they would show a truly scary movie, like Devil's Rain, starring Ernest Borgnine's melting face.
There was one movie I cannot for the life of me remember except for one scene at the end. A group of Amish-looking people were standing around a shallow grave. There was a woman in the grave and she was alive. I think she was pinned down somehow. One by one, the townspeople started throwing rocks into the grave, kids and adults alike, until the woman was buried underneath them. The movie ended like that. I don't remember much else except that the woman's grevious transgression had something to do with not belonging in the town, or not acting like everyone else.
Don't say The Lottery, because that's what everyone else says and it wasn't that.
If anyone can tell me what movie I just described I would be truly grateful and I can prove to my mother I didn't make the whole thing up in my head like that movie about the Siamese triplets who folded into each other like stacking cups.
I miss those stupid 4:00 movies.