The Rites of Frankenstein (1972); dir. Jesus Franco

Director: Jesus Franco

Country: Spain

Year of Release: 1972

Runtime: ~80 mins.

Other Titles: La Maldicion de Frankenstein, The Erotic Rites of Frankenstein, The Curse of Frankenstein

Jess Franco's dreams are dreams of another order.  I swear they have an actual psychic potency.  I watched this twice last night.  In a row.  The first time I felt like acid had bored a hole through my brain.  The second time I became its willing slave.  Life imitates art?

What the Heck I Think I'm Doing

Part the First -- A Movie A Day
I've had a love of film for a long time.  But with school and a million other things, it has been almost impossible for me to do anything about it consistently.  Now that I have become more comfortable thieving time from the things I should actually be doing, I want to watch a lot of movies.  I'm making my own film school for myself, using the Lovecraft Method.  Which is a method I just invented, consisting primarily of just watching anything and absolutely everything I can get my hands on.

El Ataque de los Muertos Sin Ojos (1973); dir. Amando de Ossorio

Director: Amando de Ossorio
Country: Spain

Year of Release: 1973

Runtime: 93 mins.
Other Titles: The Return of the Evil Dead, The Return of the Blind Dead 

I would say that I have an abiding love of Spanish horror movies, but I really haven't seen that many.  So, I suppose it would be more accurate to say I think I will have an abiding love of Spanish horror movies if things keep going the way they're going.  Ours is a burgeoning romance.  We're even thinking of going steady.  Forgive me if I gush a little.  I'm kind of in love with these things.

The Apotheosis of the Psychotronic: A Start in the Crypt and the Night of the Comet (1984)

Well, one must start somewhere.  Sitting so often and so long in lonely, dust-clogged crypts, it is a surprisingly simple feat to go a month without moving at all.  But once you realize this -- cough some of the dust out of your lungs and look around you -- "I'll be damned," you intone to the oppressive dampness.