To be honest, I couldn't even tell you of these classic 1950s horror movies are any good. But I can say with certainty that their posters are. So to celebrate beautiful design, and one of the golden ages of American horror cinema, here is a gallery of 13 classic horror movie posters from the 1950s. Gaze upon them if you dare... And once you're done with these, check out my other poster galleries for '80s horror movies, juvenile delinquent movies, and '50s sci-fi movies.
No matter what objectionable things I think he did, no matter what objectionable things I know he did, at this moment I can only look back on Michael Jackson's half century on this planet and think of the great things he did. I've gone through various stages of love and hate regarding Michael over the years. But one thing I didn't consider until today was that I've never really known of a musical universe without Michael in it in some fashion. I had just turned seven when Thriller came out, and I played that album a million times. Not long after that, maybe around 1984 or 1985, I suddenly decided that anything besides hard rock or heavy metal was garbage. I trashed my copy of Thriller and never even gave any of his subsequent albums a shot (I had an image to uphold, you know). But
Having recently read the magnificent spy epic The Company for the third or fourth time, I decided it was finally time to explore some of Robert Littell's other works. So for no particular reason I picked his 1990 novel, The Once and Future Spy (which Mrs. Suit informs me is a King Arthur reference). While TO&FS is not nearly as engrossing or rewarding as The Company, it was fun and engaging nonetheless. Without giving too much of the plot away, the basic story goes like this: A CIA operative named Wanamaker is running an operation (code name Stufftingle) that may or may not be officially sanctioned by the agency, but is confounded by a leak. To find and stop the leak he brings in a retired and somewhat disgraced former Naval Intelligence officer, one Admiral J. Pepper Toothacher
Having only ever read one other Frederick Forsyth book (his 1971 debut, The Day of the Jackal), I had high hopes for The ODESSA File. And while it isn't quite the classic that his first novel is, it's a damn fine yarn just the same. It did prove, without a doubt, that the greatness of Jackal was not a fluke. Of course, his long and successful career proves that too, but I digress. The story takes place in 1963-64 and centers on a young freelance German reporter, Peter Miller. Miller drives a flashy car, makes a lot of money, and sleeps with a stripper. He knows little of the Nazi atrocities committed during World War II and, like many Germans of his generation, really doesn't want to know much. That all changes when, totally by chance, he comes into possession of a diary wri