While Bride of Frankenstein has always been more to my taste, there's no denying Frankenstein as the pinnacle in the pantheon of Universal Horror.
A second watch, this time a theatrical showing of an Italian print, virtually sans subtitles, reaffirms my belief that Inferno is the far better film, compared to it's prototype Suspiria. Suspiria is more rooted in the 70's exploitation film cycle, while Inferno reads as more closely related to euro art film. Argento dream-logic narrative style reached it's peak with this film, a fact attested to by it's ability to engage even with a dodgy Italian language sans-subs print.
Nancy: "Why do we always expect metal ships?"
Jack: "I've never expected metal ships"
The original Invasion of the Body Snatchers came out two years before I was born, and was one of the earliest horror / science fiction films I remember seeing. It was in regular rotation on late-night Creature Feature TV, and I probably saw it at least a half-dozen times by the time I saw Philip Kaufman's remake in 1978. Aside from a couple of key scenes,…
"I just feel like all the sand is at the bottom of the hour glass or something." – Adam (Tom Hiddleston)
Midnight. Left the theatre I've been going to for almost a half-century, and walked the brick sidewalks and alleys I would know by sense of smell alone, feeling like a centuries-old vampire.