![]() ![]() ![]() He felt really good about having typed seventeen carefully carboned pages on his trusty Underwood-that is until he read them. He typed seventeen carefully carboned pages on his trusty Underwood (he’d bought his trusty Underwood years ago at a pawnshop on Western and he loved it dearly, battered and beaten as it was). He thought Pacific Ocean Park, the low-rent Disneyland of Santa Monica, would be an interesting location to shoot a monster movie. Rather than trying to write something good, he began writing a horror movie called The Monster of Pacific Ocean Park. He decided it was time to knock out a new script. Brown’s to have a hot fudge sundae just to have something sweet to counteract all the sour bellyaching they’d just done. At Coffee Dan’s or Hody’s he could have a cheeseburger, french fries, a coke and, with a dime tip, still be out of there for under a buck.Īfter they sat for hours, he and his pals would sometimes wander over to C.C. Gone were the days when he’d do the Brown Derby/Nickodell/Musso and Frank circuit. They’d go to Lucy’s over on Melrose, or Oblath’s, across from Paramount or, if they were feeling especially poor they’d just meet at Coffee Dan’s or Hody’s in Hollywood, and sit there for hours, commiserating about their hard times. In the evenings, he hung out with his cronies, mostly out-of-work actors. Laskey (Charlie, to his friends), screenwriter, was a 5’7” slightly balding nebbish with no prospects, who had watched as his savings dwindled down to almost nothing. So, he’d written a play and had given it to an actor friend, and it had gotten done, and no one cared. His agent had suggested he write a play and try to get it done in one of those tiny little theaters down on Santa Monica Boulevard, like the Player’s Ring or the Cameo. Unfortunately, he’d been going through it for over a year. According to his agent, it was just one of those things, one of those dry spells that screenwriters occasionally went through. He read the trades daily, hung out at all the right watering holes and restaurants that directors and producers frequented, and he hung around his agent’s office. Oh, he’d written a couple of produced screenplays for a couple of those low budget sci-fi and horror things, those Grade Z movies that ended up playing the bottom half of double bills in second-rate fleapits and drive-ins.īut his good scripts (and he had a drawer full of them) hadn’t had any takers and even the Grade Z films had dried up. It was 1959, and things just hadn’t panned out the way he’d hoped. ![]() Killing Victor’s loved ones is the only idea that the monster has to make his creator feel the same as he felt.He was down and out, living in one of those turning-to-seed bungalow courts on Whitley, just above Hollywood Boulevard. The creature understands that he has control over his maker, capacity to give him wretchedness, similarly as his maker has given him hopelessness. Beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful.” He needs Victor to experience isolation in the same way that he does: “I may die, but first you, my tyrant and tormentor, shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery. Feeling rejected and abandoned, the creature seeks revenge on his creator. The creature’s hatred of mankind was mostly towards his creator, whom he wanted to feel the same feelings of pain, and desperation that he had been exposed to. From this point forward, the monster harbors a deep hatred for humanity, especially for his maker, Dr. “I vowed everlasting hate and revenge to all humanity, inflamed by pain”. He is angry, and the man who shot him swears to hold his promise until the end of the story. When the incident with the girl by the river emerges, the monster is shot in the arm as a reward for his goodness. He’s hurt and lonely, and he’s looking for some way to be accepted. At this point, the reader gets to see a more personal side of the beast. He does so because he is still optimistic about existence and knows that if he can find his maker, he will have a chance. To help channel his rage, the monster kills inanimate objects rather than taking them out on someone or something valuable. When the monster is rejected by the one family he felt could accept him for who he is, he is in a state of depression and despair. A common theme in the story of Frankenstien is revenge. ![]()
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