Cool. I like October.
Somehow September got away from me, but I guess I should have been tipped off by the fact the leaves are changing colors.
It seems that at least my subconscious mind is ready for of ghouls and ghosts. I already had my first nightmare of the Halloween season a few nights ago.
Despite the title of this post, I wasn't dreaming about vampires. Nope, this was a horrendously gory and upsetting nightmare featuring Michael Meyers, the psychotic killer from the horror classic, Halloween. The pale Mr. Meyers has stalked me in my dreams for thirty years. (Yes, I'm aware what a freak I am.) Thankfully, the details of my dream have receded, but Darren was awakened by my cries for help, so you can be pretty sure I wasn't having much fun.
Anyway, back to vampires. I haven't really lined up any bloodsucker movies in my Netflix queue yet. (Remember how I said that October snuck up on me?)
I keep hoping that the remaining Hammer Studios Dracula films starring Christopher Lee will finally make their way to DVD, but I'm not holding my breath.
What I'd really like to see would be a big budget remake of Dracula that actually does justice to Bram Stoker's novel--for example by not randomly swapping the main characters' names or dressing up the thirsty Count in ridiculously frilly clothes as Francis Ford Coppola did back in 1992. This remake would need a director like Peter Jackson or Brian Singer. Someone obsessively respectful.
Ooh, but wait--what have we here? I just did a search on Netflix and found the original two hour pilot of the Night Stalker TV series that starred the late Darren McGavin (now wholesomely immortalized as Ralphie's dad in A Christmas Story).
The last time I saw that movie, I was in graduate school. It still scared me so much I slept with my light on that night.
That goes to the top of the queue...