The Last Thursday in October
I celebrate my birthday on the last Thursday in October. It's sort of a fifty-two week lunar month slash favorite day of the week thing I started fifteen years ago. If my childhood enemy, Thanksgiving, could be celebrated the same weekday every year, so could I. Anyway, Happy my Birthday to anyone reading this. One thing about last night's special birthday after-midnight October-thon movie, Werewolf in a Girls' Dormitory (1962),* is that it's truly far better than one might suspect from its silly American title. A schoolgirl, night-clad in frilly negligee beneath a large trench coat, runs frantically from something she's seen in the dark woods. Wolves howl. Her pursuer, a terrifyingly fast, brutally violent werewolf, catches her just as she reaches the old stone bridge. She’s mauled and tossed into the creek. But there's lots more than just that going on around the reform school for wicked girls: one professor pays for moonlight affairs with the lovely inmates (the victim, for her part, was returning from one such rendezvous--after attempting blackmail), his jealous wife is tracking his girlfriends with a set of snarling Boxers. The school handyman is a lunatic henchman with a large German Shepherd named Wolf. For some reason, Wolf goes nuts whenever the new dog-obsessed anatomy professor comes to the school's iron gate. This new guy is a recently shamed medical doctor, decertified after the mysterious death of a young woman in the insane asylum where he was previously employed. And what's up with the seemingly nice headmaster? He's adamant the sullied doctor should work for him. Ah, life in the crazy world of juvenile delinquent-esses: can Pricilla solve this grizzly mystery? Even through the terrible Alpha Video picture quality and hysterical US drive-in dubbing, it's possible to tell this movie is awesome. [Cavin]
this had happened to Mr. Cavin by 6:04:00 AM
Then, a 1 sided conversation ensued...
I had no space to mention, in the post up there, that my birthday celebration really started in earnest, at least in spirit, on Tuesday night when we went to see the Lucha Libre match at the coliseum near the bus station. The bouts were all sort-of strange and a little amateur because it was a half-empty Tuesday night. Oddities included the lasciviously ass-dancing man in the full-on donkey costume and his smackdown with a man who was dressed like Arthur from the Tick and who was supposed to be, we gather, a giant flea. Still, we were able to hop into the ring with all of the other kids after the fights. The whole night was given a nightmarish pre-Halloween flavor as all of the wrestlers wandered in smoke-lit silhouette between us and the spotlight. Anyway, this is the official site of the auditorium, and here are the pictures from Tuesday’s crowd, featuring us. Those guys behind us are the funniest hecklers ever.
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