My current book project has me watching The Creature of the Black Lagoon again.One of the Universal monsters—indeed, arguably the last of them—the Gill-man fascinated me as a child.There was a strange contradiction here.The creature had evolved in the Devonian Era and remained unchanged into the 1950s.But the movie opens with a voiceover of Genesis 1.1.There’s a mixed message here, appropriate for scriptural monsters.Watching the film again brought back many of the innocent perceptions of youth, as well as the trajectory of my own life.I don’t often get to the theater to see horror movies anymore, but at the same time the Universal monsters aren’t quite the same thing as modern horror.As a genre it had to evolve.
Strangely, as a fundamentalist child, the evolution aspect didn’t bother me.I was after the monster, you see.The backstory was less important.Growing up, at least in my experience, means that the backstory becomes more essential.It has to hold together.There are, of course, inaccuracies in the story—many of them, in fact.Still, within the first three minutes Genesis and evolution are thrown together in a happy harmony that belied what I was being taught at church.The Gill-man is a monster mainly for being a creature out of time.When modern humans invade his lair, he defends his territory.The story might’ve ended there, had he not spied Kay.He doesn’t so much want to kill her as get to know her better.For a movie posthumously rated G, it has a body count.Five men die but the Gill-man apparently just wants to evolve.
There’s been a recent resurgence of interest in Creature from the Black Lagoon with both the publication of The Lady from the Black Lagoon and the death of Julie Adams this year.The Gill-man seldom shows up in the same billing with Dracula or Frankenstein’s monster, or the Wolf-man.He’s a bit more inaccessible in his watery abode.Both cold and hot-blooded, he represents how science and Scripture might get along, at least on the silver screen.The film holds up remarkably well, if a modern viewer can handle the pacing.Underwater filming was pretty new back in the day, and watching humans swim in many ways suggests the truth of evolution in its own right.These aren’t the childhood observations of the movie, but rather the reflections of a guy wondering if there might not be some hidden wisdom in the monsters of yesteryear.
Maybe you’re anticipating it too.Annabelle Comes Home, I mean.My latest book, Nightmares with the Bible, has a chapter on The Conjuring universe, and with the recent death of Lorraine Warren I’ve been working on another piece trying to fit this whole puzzle together.“What puzzle?” did I hear you ask?The puzzle, I answer, between what really happened in the Ed and Lorraine Warren investigations.You see, the paranormal is one of those things we’ve been taught to laugh at, and we’re told that people who “see things” are dweebish kinds of gnomes that don’t see the light of the sun enough.Reality television has brought some of these ideas into vogue, what with ordinary people gathering “scientific” evidence of ghosts and the rest of us scratch our heads while hoaxes are revealed on the B reel.But still, Annabelle lives.
It has also been announced that The Conjuring 3 is in development.For some of us—and I’m well aware that movie-making is an industry and that profit is its goal—the question of what’s real can be as haunting as any ghost.You see, I buy into the scientific method, as far as it goes.That caveat is necessary, however, since science is neither able to nor interested in assessing all the strange things people see.Our senses can be fooled, and a great many people haven’t developed the critical ability to scrutinize their own observations skeptically.Skepticism itself, however, need not become orthodoxy.It’s like any other tool in our mental box—each has its own purpose.A car engine is dismantled in order to rebuild it in working order.And there may be a ghost in the machine.
That’s what gets me about this whole Conjuring thing, and beyond that the contested livelihood of the Warrens.There may be such a thing as mass hysteria (the current state of the US government can hardly be explained any other way), but the Perron haunting that was the subject of the first film provides, I think, a good test case.A family of seven living in a house where they experienced things not only collectively and individually but also in different combinations would seem to be a place where multiple angles could be used.According to Andrea Perron’s written account, the Warrens’ investigation never really took off there.That didn’t prevent a very successful movie franchise from being launched, loosely based on their story.And getting at the truth is never as simple as buying your ticket online and waiting for the show to begin.
We get along in life, I believe, by routinely ignoring the rather constant dangers that surround us.Oh, we’ve taken care of the larger faunal predators, but we’ve replaced them with ourselves.Our success as a species leads us to places we might not be comfortable being.I was recently exposed to the documentary National Bird.It’s about drones.Not the friendly ones from Amazon that we hear will soon be delivering books to our doorstep, but the military grade kind.I first became aware of how pervasive the military use of drones is while reading Wired for War (on which I posted here some years back).The difference between that academic knowledge and watching the documentary is the human element.Drones are assassination machines with high explosives and they are subject to no regulation.
Many of us feel, occasionally, some level of discomfort with how much information “they” have on us.We don’t even know who “they” are or what they want.Using the internet, we give them our information.Caving to our desire for instant communication, we carry around smart phones that know where we are constantly.Martin Luther once said you couldn’t stop birds from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from making a nest in your hair.It’s becoming harder to shoo them away. The nest is well established.Our houses are easily found on Google maps, and drones can keep constant watch, like weaponized guardian angels.Only they’re not our guardians.As National Bird makes clear, drones kill civilians.Women and children.The conversations of the operators reveal how much they’ve bought into the jingoism of the “war on terror.”The film also deals with the human cost of those who operate drones.
Technology stands to make life better, for some.Watching people who have very little, who live in what would be considered poverty in this part of the world, being bombed by people remotely, is disturbing.The operators, trained as if they’re playing a game, kill and then have to deal with it.The use of tech to try to sanitize brutality was dealt with decades ago on a particularly famous episode of Star Trek appropriately called “A Taste of Armageddon.”Rather than try to resolve conflict we, like those of Eminiar 7, readily accept it if it’s kept at a distance.Only drones aren’t science fiction.We’ve been using them for over a decade now, and we prefer not to think about it.This isn’t an option, unfortunately, for those who’ve been targeted by technology.The predators are still out there after all.
Given my proclivity to seek the profound in what is often considered the banal, I have been mulling over The Lego Movie.Before you cast the first brick, yes, I know this movie is five years old and I know that it has sophisticated intertextuality with other movies and sly humor.I use banal in the sense that Legos are, quite literally, plastic and they don’t work well in conveying the human form.Our overactive psyches help here, and we give the characters their necessary humanity, but this is a movie for kids, even with its Trump-like President Business forecast some two years before the last election.With all of that being said, and the word “forecast” already being used, my “Bible radar” zeroed in on the prophet in the movie, Vitruvius.
Vitruvius is based on a combination of Tiresias, the blind prophet, and any number of biblical characters who forecast the future.Dressed like Moses, but named after a Roman author and architect, Vitruvius utters the prophecy at the beginning of the film and returns as a character that combines Obi-Wan Kenobi and the prophet Samuel.(I said there was sophisticated intertextuality.)Whether any of this is intentional is difficult to say—well the Obi-Wan part is pretty obvious—but it plays into the common view of prophets.One of the points I make in Holy Horror (which deals with a different genre of movie) is that people understand biblical ideas through the lens of pop culture.Prophets, through that lens, tell the future.In the Bible itself they don’t do that very much, but since the New Testament reads itself into the Hebrew Bible (more intertextuality) the idea became pretty fixed that prophets told the future all day long.
Ironically, Vitruvius—a name that sounds like “virtue”—was famous for describing perfect proportions.Indeed, Leonardo da Vinci’s “Vitruvian Man” sketch is based on this idea.As ideas go, this is a false one against which many of us struggle our entire lives.There is no perfect, Platonic human body.Yes, certain people are attractive, but genetics and circumstances make us who we are.And some of us grew up without Legos, but despite that deficiency we came to know the product.The Lego characters aren’t in any sense of Vitruvian proportions.Witty and intertextual, they’re made of plastic and they encourage us to buy for our children.And one wonders whether Vitruvius is a prophet or a hidden symbol of that word’s homonym.Let the building begin.
The New Yorker view of the world, so the joke goes, sees the five boroughs in great details, then a very thin New Jersey across the Hudson with a vague California somewhere out west.Having worked in New York City for nearly a decade now, I know that such a view is exaggerated, but has a small glimmer of the truth.We can only pay attention to so much and things are constantly coming at you in Gotham.I sometimes forget, now that I’m in Pennsylvania again, just how diverse my home state is.I’m not from old Pennsylvania stock—neither of my parents were born here and neither of my mother’s parents were born in the same state she was.Still, when you’re born in a place it’s natural to feel that’s where you belong.You inherit the outlook.I inherited Pennsylvania.
Pennsylvania is a bit unusual in being a commonwealth divided in two by a mountain range.Laid out with an horizontal orientation, it’s about 280 miles across, and once you’re over the Appalachians, you’re into a different subculture.On our way into Pittsburgh, signs for Evans City reminded me that among its many contributions to American culture, the Steel City also gave us zombies.Now from a history of religions point of view, zombies came from Caribbean religions that fused indigenous African beliefs with Catholicism.A religion that arose among people commodified as slaves.A zombie was a body with no will.It took George Romero, living in Pittsburgh, to give us the movie zombie with The Night of the Living Dead.Pittsburgh, among some, is glad to claim the title of zombie capital of the world.Its zombie walk is a thing of legend.
Ironically, the western end of the state, beyond the mountains, tends to be more conservative than the side closer to the seaboard.(Pennsylvania is the only of the original thirteen colonies not to have direct Atlantic Ocean water frontage.)Yet it has adopted the most egalitarian of monsters—the living dead.Romero tapped into the universal fear of unsettled death to make what were later to appear as “zombies” the unnamed monsters of his most famous film.Everyone has to die, and no matter our religious outlook (or lack thereof) the question of what comes after is asked on both sides of the Appalachians.And even by those across the Hudson in New York City.There may be even something between the two.
Two times.In my “professional” life I’ve been interviewed only twice (not counting, of course, far too many job interviews).The first time was as a talking head for Nashotah House.This was in the days before the internet really caught on, so it was done in DVD format.If you come over to visit I’ll dig it out and we can have a good laugh.The second occasion was much more fun.Although I write about horror a lot, I don’t mention Theofantastique nearly enough.Back in the days when I started blogging, I discovered this site that featured all kinds of interesting stuff on religion and horror (and actually on all kinds of genre pop culture).I always enjoyed the insights and got more than a few books for my own research and reading from tips I found there.
When I finally got brave enough to contact John W. Morehead, the curator of the blog, we both quickly realized we had some things in common.John very kindly offered to post an interview with me on Theofantastique about Holy Horror.It’s live now and it was really fun to talk to an actual person about my book.You see, I work alone.I knew that, leaving the classroom, I was departing my chosen career.On those high school aptitude tests they told me that I should be an entertainer.What professor isn’t?I pity their students if they’re not.I’ve been posting videos on YouTube for a few weeks now.It’s immediately obvious how much having a live audience helps.
Unfortunately, Holy Horror isn’t exactly priced to move.In fact, local bookstores have turned me down for free presentations based on the price alone.It is, however, a fun book to read.At least I intended it that way.When life give you horror, make Bloody Marys, I guess.By the way, John has been coming out with some interesting books also.I posted on his The Paranormal and Popular Culture recently.Theofantastique is often the place where I first learn of new horror films (I don’t get out much) and new books that I should read.Of these two things there’s never a shortage—horror is a thriving genre—and talking about why you wrote a book helps to clarify things a bit.Horror may seem a disreputable genre to many, but it has redeeming values.To hear about them, please watch the interview.
Maybe it’s just a sign of passing years, but spring seems much more sudden to me now.One day I’m wearing multiple layers and shivering in the mornings and the next day I need to take a machete to the lawn for its first mowing.Those weeds along the fence, which weren’t there a day ago—I swear!—are now two feet tall and aching for an appointment with the weed whacker.I mean, the snow shovel’s still on the porch.When did this happen?How did we go from brown grass to sprouting trees of heaven just overnight?I haven’t had time to build up my calluses yet for pushing the lawn mower (we have the environmentally friendly kind, powered by naught but human effort).Morpheus was right, I guess.
This past week was so unexpectedly busy that I haven’t had time to stop and muse over some important happenings.My current project, Nightmares with the Bible, involves trying to sort out The Conjuring universe, and I wanted to reflect on the passing of Lorraine Warren.Her obituary in the New York Timesby Neil Genzlinger was surprisingly respectful.Whether or not she was really onto something, people in general seem to believe she and Ed were sincere in their convictions.There are those who claim they were charlatans, but those who perpetrate hoaxes tend to leave telltale signs.Those who claim they couldn’t have experienced the paranormal because there’s no supernatural to experience are entitled to their opinions, of course.Being tolerant of those who see differently, however, has never been more important.
The natural cycles of the earth never fail to surprise me.Supernatural or not, the explosion of life following one warm, wet week is nothing shy of astounding.I walked around to the seldom visited north side of the house to find a veritable jungle that wasn’t there just the week before.Staring at the flowers and weeds, I can’t help but think of the hackneyed phrase “pushing up daisies.”Much happened this past week.The mower was oiled up and played the grim reaper to the grasses and other plants of my neglected yard.Life, as Jurassic Park (which my lawn resembles) teaches, is persistent.I never met or in any way corresponded with the Warrens, but I feel that in some sense I have gotten to know them.And just yesterday it still felt like winter.