Saturday, October 20, 2018

Bela Lugosi, l'éternel

Happy Bela Lugosi Day!!!

Handsome Bela Lugosi as The Sheik in Arabesque play (1925)

To all the Bela Lugosi fans, today is our day. This very day, October 20th 2018, we celebrate the birth of this glorious artist; in our hearts, the most extraordinaire and gifted actor who ever lived, the eternal HungarianCarpathian Adonis par excellence. Today, on the 136th anniversary of his 1882 birth, I give thanks for the blessed creative forces at work that gave us the Gift of Him. I don't (just) mean his parents, I do mean the alignment of stars, and the configuration of fate that bestowed this amazing Destiny upon Himthe noble and forevermore Draculian One—and shared it with us all. Béla Lugosi, l'éternel. 




And I am also so, so very grateful for whomever it was who invented photography and moving pictures. For without

Joseph Nicéphore Niépce (yes, he was FRENCH! Thanks Google, never heard of him before!) XD and without Les
Frères Lumière, and without George Meliès (all French too!), we wouldn't ever have been able to be thus blessed, across time, with Bela's eternal, divine, angelical, and devilish presence. Merci, messieurs, d'avoir partagé vos dons si incroyables ! 

Beautiful Dracula painting of our gorgeous Bela Lugosi

Ok, so heads up: this below will be where I get a bit personal, mostly very florid, and where I shall use tons of superlatives (yes, ajectivophobes? I have those galore, plus the very adverbs that are said to denote bad writing and invariably end in -ly!) XD as I attempt to share with other fans but a humble glimpse of my point of view when it comes to watching this magnificent actor that was... who forevermore is our beloved Bela Lugosi.   

To whomever shared on Google Images this amazing Bela double exposure: merci!

A Franco-Hungarian Alliance...

And I have so much in common with Béla Lugosi, I am in awe of our similarities. Besides our attitude in dealing with people honestly and very straight-forwardly [regardless of who doesn't like it, as I've shared before], most fans will relate to this: we were both in a state of non-existence, at the same time, for over a decade. Like Bela Lugosi, I was "born" Catholic. And Béla Lugosi pronounced French flawlessly, like a Parisian native. This can be heard in many of his films, to the point that—more and moreI've become convinced that he was fluent in it. There is no plausible other reason that I can see why he would completely drop his Hungarian speech pattern, his rolling of the Rs, and switch to guttural French Rs, and nasal French sounds, without a hint of his trademark thick accent. But Bela is said to have dropped out of school at 12. If this wasn't biographer fabrication... Was learning French perhaps part of his kindergarten curriculum? (To pronounce it so flawlessly, he would have had to have learned it before the age of 7.) Did he go to some kind of Alliance Française? Perhaps he had a French nanny? Or maybe his mother spoke to him in French, in which she herself might have been fluent? Hopefully, one of those undeserving and clueless haterswho ungraciously have been privileged enough to meet his son, Bela George, without adding much of any worthy substance to his experiencewill now ask him before it's too late. I am sure he must know the answer to that; whether he remembers it might be another story!  

Rapacious Sheikh grabs whatever he wants
In 2017, I was first to share this photo on twitter ~ auctioned off by Clara Bow's son
(Actress is Hortense Alden - Photo inscribed to Clara Bow by Bela)

La Treizième Chaise

There are so many films that showcase Bela Lugosi's magnificence: Dracula; White Zombie; The Black Cat; Mark of the Vampire; Broadminded etc. but today, I would like to speak of a lesser-known one: The Thirteenth Chair (1929). A must-see for any self-respecting Bela Lugosi fan, worthy of the appellation. The first time I watched this film, I was so overcome by Bela's acting artistry, and so overtaken by his imposing presence, that I had no idea what had happened in the film. In the end, that really didn't matter at all, just like when I didn't understand the language and would enjoy songs in English; seeing and hearing him do his thing so becomingly, is a blissful experience in itself.  

Bela Lugosi, the embodiment of Edwardian chic

Chapeau claque et canne de cuir

To me, Bela Lugosi is the literal embodiment of the Edwardian era. He is that era personified. (Yes. I do know: 1929 is some 19 years after that period ended. But he is imbued with that aura, and his Edwardian charm truly transcends time.) Forevermore, Bela exists for us in black and white. He lives for all eternity in a scintillating universe of sequins, top hats, and coat and tails, where the absence of all other colors enhances his other-worldliness. This creates a distance between him and us fans, which makes him mystical and unattainable. I like it that way. So, when I watched him in this film being so monumental, and so theatrical, and yet make the part work so well for himand not once drop character as he gave it his allI was in celluloid seventh heaven. I positively adore his grand theatrics in this film. They are as much a part of his lingering charm, as his exotic accent. In fact, I confess, I kinda miss this fantastic quality of his when he takes it down a few notches and talks normally, as in The Black Cat. His deliberately cadenced speech pattern has me enraptured and hanging to his every word with bated breath. Simply listening to his inspector character being so enraged over "I-don't-know-what-and-I-couldn't-care-less" is truly a spiritual experience in itself, well beyond nirvanic heights. To be so privileged as to witnessacross time and spacethat astonishing performance of his, is an unparalleled joy which can only be compared to watching his aforementioned chefs-d'œuvre. For, to truly savor the extent of Bela Lugosi's ambrosial talentand the essence of his cinematic artistry—I believe, one simply must partake of his gargantuan brilliance in The Thirteenth Chair.

A magnetic personality, Bela Lugosi would have attracted audiences 
if he had lept his back turned to us during the entire film!

A Most Dapper Apparition

His "entrance" is one of the most uniquely impressive ones I have seen to date. Bedecked in monochromatic colonial white—in sheer contrast to his vampiric black of two years down the road, in his own timeline—Lugosi has his back turned to the camera while another actor talks on the phone. He is in the background, to the right. Naturally, a fan spots him right away; if not by his intense magnetic energy orbiting around him, definitely by his glossy slicked-back raven hair; but the way he stands is also a dead giveaway: his unmistakable perfect posture, as he reads a newspaper, showcases the gorgeous lines in which Bela was a master craftsman. Elbows at his sides at a perfect perpendicular angle, only his neck is slightly craned forward, as he has his inspector Delzante peruse the periodical. The other actor keeps talking but—enraptured by the mysterious masculine presence overshadowing himhe has soon disappeared from my sight and hearing, his words an unimportant blur which has faded away, as the unbearable yearning for the handsome Hungarian to at long last turn around, builds to the excruciating point of fangirly insanity. 

Bela Lugosi is just adorable performing delicious eyebrow histrionics!

Another Time, Another Place...

After what amounts to an interminable while, the clueless yapper puts the phone down, turns to Bela and addresses him. Cocking his ear, Inspector Delzante lowers the newspaperhis elbows still at a 90° angleand listens to him, while maintaing his now perfectly erect body turned away from us, and from his colleague. The wild anticipation is maddeningand thumping fast at my distraught thorax. The camera cuts to the Transylvanian thespian and, finallyas if bestowing upon us the supreme majesty of his exquisite pulchritudeInspector Lugosi deigns turn towards us, mere mortals. I can hardly catch my breath, as he narrows his eyes and looks sideways and faraway, while pondering the man's words. Next, an ecstatic symphony of rapid-fire animated eyebrows—first raised to beatific heights, then mostly lowered into indignant frownsas Bela breaks into an almost sing-song intonation of his lines, subjugates audiences under the magnitude of his irresistible spell, and artfully turns his stylish performance into yet another Lugosian masterpiece. The theatrical cadence in which he authoritatively orates matches the powerful stances he assumes, and imparts his speech with that now antiquatedyet so deliciously Edwardiangravitas. Toto, I don't think we're in 2018 anymore! No matter how bad your life sucks, a fan can play The Thirteenth Chair and, for a few moments, completely obliterate the present, as we are transported into another time, another place. It doesn't matter where or what happens next, the fantasy has begun, and magic is truly afoot...

Even a vampire cheats on his hematodiaeta now and again! XD

Listen To Him, Children of the Night...

I hate to cut this short, but this is long enough. XD So without further ado—and goodness knows I can be long-winded—I give you The Thirteenth Chair (1929) so you can watch his magnificence for yourself, if the fancy strikes you. Oh, and you can hear him say "Madame La Grange" in flawless French. (However, when he later says "Rosalie", he doesn't use his French R.) If the fancy strikes me, I might edit this later [I have; see below] and add more, but this has been an unusually busy month for me. I hope yours is going well and, if time permits, I'll try to pop in next for Halloween. 

Bela Lugosi, eyebrow action virtuoso

Just A Moment...

Oh, and did I tell you? Two years before Dracula, Bela here again wears his own Dracula (1931) ring. Here it is:

"Qui a fait un si beau visage?
Qui est l'artiste? Quel génie, quel bon dieu?
Je n'en crois pas mes yeux de ces yeux-là!"

Heads up: circa 37:38, right after he goes: "juh-uhsssttt a moment!", Bela starts with the eyebrows again, like a virtuoso strumming (or whatever the verb) his Stradivarius. I mean... Am I the only one this affects so profoundly?? Darn, that cutie pie!!!

When Bela makes his eyebrows go all askew... I totally flip! 
One up & one down: I.just.CAN'T!!!
Is it me? Or is he doing it on purpose, across time, to affect me so!? ;-)

Ok! It's official: this one below has to be my all-time favorite Bela Lugosi photo! (Right after all the other ones here above which are also my favorite!) :P I mean I'm a goner. What business does he have being so cute?! He's so doing it on purpose, I swear! XD For this one? Oh, yeah! I totally cease to be gender-ambivalent! Bela makes me feel so normal, I wouldn't even mind wearing one of those art-deco gowns, the long one with the beads and the sequins! XD
Plus I read Bela didn't like his women to wear lipstick. (I mean, if they published it in era press, then it's true, right?!)
Whew! And I guess I'm gonna need me some heels then; well, I reckon, better that than a step-ladder cos our handsome Hungarian was like 6'1"! Ok, so now I know what to pack for my next time-travel...

How can you be so darn cute!??!?!!!
For him? I would totally change my orientation! 
Screen caps I just took

And with this TMI being said... thank you to all of you who so generously have shared your Bela Lugosi films & photos online throughout the years. Special thanks to the Bela Lugosi blog. You rock! I hope you enjoyed my little contribution, superlatives to match his noble grandeur and all, and that some of you will either discover this film for the very first time, or enjoy it better with a renewed perspective—that of my very own POV. Now you know why I adore Him so much! XD

Eternal Edwardian elegance

Happy Bela Lugosi's birth day anniversary, everyone!

We, your faithful followers who adore you, 
celebrate the anniversary of your birth, Béla!

ETA: a mere 2 days after my entry, the video above has been removed from YouTube. Well, the haters can't remove the Russia one!
XD You may watchand hearBela here. (Foreign site might be questionable, so please make sure to take appropriate precautions in the sense of anti-virus & firewall turned on, and maybe Ad-Blocker Plus etc.) You can listen to him say "Madame La Grange" circa minute 46. If not a francophone, pay particular attention to how the R rolling is completely missing, and is replaced by a guttural R instead. And listen to his "an" sound then compare it when the rest of the cast says her name: with Bela, it's the perfect nasal Parisian sound, instead of how Americans say it, an accented "ann". Or compare it to the way he says "Rosalie LaGrange" where he slightly rolls both R's. Slide the cursor at minute 46:50 & press play. (That moment when he rises to his tippy toes!!!) 💖 I don't know why, but he also did the same in White Zombie: at some point (I wanna say at a door step), Bela says "au revoir" with an accented "re".


Newspaper? Documents? Same difference! Did you see his eyebrows!? 

Turns out Bela wasn't reading the newspaper after all! XD Did anybody seriously expect me to peel my eyes off his eyebrows!? (And that's why I don't do movie reviews!)

Monday, October 8, 2018

Like the Bubonic Plague

Pratt bros. family resemblance....



C.C. Babcock

Find the pedophile! (He's far right, spoilers!)

Sunday, October 7, 2018

Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man was sabotaged by Boris Karloff!

Son of Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man

The silent clouds tell me that something's wrong,
They're moving towards me and it won't be long;
I try to run by my body's frozen over...

Revenge is mine. I will repay...

There's been a flurry of activity here, so it's the perfect time for this. It's Sunday. "The day of the Lord." "Revenge is mine sayeth the Lord." I.will.repay. Let's here tackle one of the posts that most pains me. And I really hope that reading this will hurt you, Karloff fantards, more than writing it hurts me, but I seriously doubt it. 

Boris Karloff was behind 
the botched editing of Bela's 
Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man! 

The year was 1943. This was now four years after Boris Karloff came unhinged upon finding out that, while he was busy securing his monster's BDSM scenes, the handsome, taller, much more talented, and all-around superior actor, Bela Lugosi, had out-acted him in Son of Frankenstein (1939)yet another film featuring that silly, whimpering, pathetic creature he created, and that was so dear to the emotionally disturbed Indo-Brit, he called it "the best friend I ever had". Since Karloff had pretty much spent his life screwing over his friends, I reckon that appellation fit. And his "best friend" had now figuratively been trampled over by Bela, as the handsome Hungarian did his thing, unwittingly mopping the floor with the ever lousy Londonian's sordid character. Whereas Karloff resorted to low blows such as scene stealing, Lugosi was an honorable man who simply acted without resorting to devious scheming against his co-stars; and, with Son of Frankenstein, Bela, once and for all, had proved himself to be the true—and unparalleled—King of Horror, with love from Dracula's own Transylvania. 💋

The superior actor and the true King of Horror:
Bela Lugosi as Ygor in Son of Frankentein (1939)

Whereas Boris Karloff required tons of grease paint and other makeup to conceal what he probably considered his hideous face in order to be able to turn in a mediocre but passable performance, Bela Lugosi required none of that. But, qu'à cela ne tienne, Lugosi, once again,
 submitted to Jack Pierce's makeup chair, and put Karloff to shame when he received all the accolades in the press for his role of Ygor in Son of Frankenstein (1939). Critics raved about him... and the other guy went unrecognized, as it should be since his Frankenstein performance was, once again, subpar at best. Plus, by now, Karloff was rather portly, giving his sad Frankenstein a plumped out and well-fed face, thereby his "cute"if he ever had anywas now long lost. Let's just say that Boris Karloff was no S.Z. Sakall! (And Frankenstein was no Dr. Henryk Savaard.) And what was up with that silly black dot on his cheek!? It worked for the original Frankie, where it served as a shadow further hollowing out his cheek. Then Pierce apparently went all slap-happy, cluelessly slapping a black dot onto the cheek of all subsequent Frankensteins, whether it contoured them a shadow or made them all look like chimney sweeps disembarked from Hades, who had missed the same spot washing. 

Basil Rathbone with Bela Lugosi reflected, along with Ygor's servant

Son of Frankenstein is now considered by many to be Bela's acting masterpiece. Personally, though I appreciate the praise for the actor whom I've come to admire more than all others, I found it to be a snoozefest when Bela's not onscreen; it's slow, it's boring, and I kept comparing it to the more enjoyable Ghost of Frankenstein (1942). {I guess, I subconsciously also kept expecting Gene Wilder to pop up and liven things up!} Having watched GOF first, it was clear to me that Karloff fell short of Lon Chaney Jr.'s endearing performance. The kid was also much less annoying in GOF, and Bela... Bela was a furry flute-playing hoot in both, but either way, I just missed his suave, tuxedo-clad majesty and couldn't wait for Basil Rathbone to put a cork in it already. (He's even worse than Lionel Barrymore in Mark of the Vampire! Basil here has no redeeming qualities IMNSHO. There's records alleging that he hated doing this film, and it shows!)

Pre-Hollywood Bela Lugosi already used wigs & beard disguises
(NOTE: the curly thing at left is not his ear but a chair backing protruding)

It ought to here be noted that one of the many ways the abject Karloff biographer fanboys attempt to denigrate Bela, is by claiming that he solely relied on his good looks and charm for his acting, and that he had refused to play Frankenstein in 1931 because he didn't want the pulchritude of his angelico-devilish face to be covered up. This, of course, is not only untrue (his filmography is sufficient proof of that), but a fallacious dumb ploy by these conniving jerks to cover up for the fact that coward Karloff repeated his one "Frankie" performance ad nauseatum, hiding under different masks and other thick Pierce make-up. Some sorry yardstick for compelling thespianism if there ever was one! Old Dark House Morgan rings a bell, perchance!? Lumbering mute who looks threatening in different spooky-ugly face. The same it was for all his performances: whether it was Mummy, Lost Patrol, Black Cat or Walking Dead, all Bondage Boris 
ever did was worry first and foremost about securing his BDSM scenes, then repeated his walk, his opening doors,

More concerned about BDSM in the film, Karloff's pitiful performance suffered as a result.

his menacing stare and his crazy big eyes under different makeups, which fooled most audiences into thinking he was "versatile"; well, maybe that was true with producers in the sack, but not so much in front of cameras where we have rehashed leftover Boris from previous boring Karloff performances ad nauseatum, where he invariably ends up staring at the camera like a weakling, while his manipulative  tears well up in his eyes. *Yawn* Sure, Boris Karloff pretended to the Lon Chaney throne, but he only stole his trademark, as Lon did his own make up and created his own many alter-egos, and thus Lon Chaney alone is the one who truly deserved to be nicknamed "The Man of a Thousand Faces", and not this second-rate, wanna-be, Indo-English knock-off.

Bela's Frankenstein: setting the record straight

And it's very condescending
that you have the power 
to end this just like that! 

If you've been Googling "Why was Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man (1943) badly edited?" or "Why was Bela Lugosi's Frankenstein movie editing botched?", now you know! It is a well-known fact that Boris Karloff usurped Bela Lugosi's part in Black Friday (1940). Writer Curt Siodmak is on record saying so. For more info and links, please read my previous blogs. The whole affair is very sad. Once again, jealous of Bela's success as Ygor in SOF, the insecure Indo-Londonian had vowed never to let Bela upstage him again. It really doesn't take a psychic or a profiler to figure this out. Just follow the logic here. Why would Universal

Ygor and Frankenstein
An endearing friendship which, alas, wouldn't cross over to real life

botch their own film if not to deliberately make Bela Lugosi look bad? What was their motivation? Well, as we've seen, after making some 80 films leading nowhere prior to 1931, Boris Karloff went thru the James Whale casting couch and scored Frankenstein. Power-hungry, he then took lots of lovers who were producers in Hollywood for the purpose of securing absolute fame. He used them, as they used him, to advance his career and eliminate whom he viewed as his competition. After having successfully gotten rid of Lon Chaney (whom he probably never met, at least not in the way the serial liar recounted it), Bela Lugosi was the only one standing in his way. His pride wounded, a revengeful Boris Karloff stopped at nothing here and went on a heinous rampage to destroy Bela Lugosi's career, and thereby ruin his life. And, tragically, he managed just that! Karloff asked his lover producers to tamper with the film, so that Lugosi would look bad, the way he had looked bad in SOF while Bela had acted circles around him and virtually mopped the stage with Boris Karloff's sullen incompetence. And the rest is history: Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man was badly edited, irreparably tampering with Bela's performance and making the seasoned thespian appear almost as incompetent as Boris Karloff was in Son of Frankenstein, and pretty much in the majority of the inept Londonian's films, really.

Magna est veritas et praevalebit

The better Frankenstein pairing:
Lon Chaney Jr. & Bela Lugosi

A few weeks ago ago, I re-watched Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man (1943), in a bizarro format that cut the film at erratic intervals to spoof ita fast aggravating shtick that was apparently en vogue in the 1950sImagine my exasperation when a buffoon character in kiddie-Goth makeup, by moniker of "Svengoolie" (first time I ever came across this clown), mocked Bela, flippantly remarking that our handsome Hungarian hero wasn't subsequently hired for future Universal films because of a "bad" performance as the namesake creature in this feature. You really think this is gonna fly!? 


I'll here refrain myself from adding expletives and telling the moron what response his idiocy deserves. Any fan knows that Bela's Frankenstein was blind and a speaking part, and all his dialogue was cut, botching the film up in unredeemable ways. But this original script explains Bela's walk: his character was blind, he can't see (redundant, yeah?) so he's walking with his arms sticking out, to feel his way in the darkness. I'm not sure at all how much of it is scripted and Rich Koz just parrots what he was given, and how much he's aware of and brings to the table. Plus, apparently he's thin-skinned and prone to getting his feelings hurtnever mind whose reputation he gleefully destroys—or whose fans he enrages in the process of playing the tool. Memo to myself: Bela didn't like expletives. And there's more than what appears on the evil Karloff surface. Even if the jerk was completely unaware of that and he was truly despicable and willfully acting with deliberate malice, I have more info now that I've used to remain as zen as possible. :-| There's sadly more to his shenanigans. You can read those in my very first blog entry, which explains why John Carradine took over Dracula in House of Frankenstein, and Lon Chaney Jr. & Glenn Strange took over the role of Frankenstein whenever Bela Lugosi was in the film. (Ghost of & Abbott & Costello.) 

Fan narrates the FMTWM deleted scenes.

And now this:

Halloween Octoberpalooza 

Far Away

OK! Let us go into the October Halloween direction here. I've chosen to (perhaps) introduce a singer whom I discovered a decade ago, a beautiful and talented young woman whose songs my quotes of today originate from. Some will be aware of her existence Some will be aware of her singing and, possibly, most won't. Her stage name alone has that Halloween touch, as she took on a last name after Morgan Le Fey. What's the other Halloween BK connections here? Well, for one the costume changes in the above video have that Halloween party vibe. (Yes, it's her in all the different looks.) Her music won't be everyone's cup of tea, I reckon, and perhaps it's mostly targeting an audience of younger women (I certainly can't relate today), but there's no denying her talent and beauty and, therefore, her appeal can truly be universal.

My Angel (ballad)

Her name is Lina Morgana, and her mother requested that her music be spread online and, considering the amount of activity on here this October, I decided to help do so. The BK connection is more of an analogy. 1) She's dead, thrown off a roof. 2) She was "allegedly" murdered by her jealous roommate (in what would be an Illuminati ritual sacrifice), another fame monster, the now famous...  (I'll let you Google or DuckDuckGo who that is) who then usurped her look, her style, some of her music/songs and her career, as she shot to fame. The "official" story goes that Lina would have committed suicide, but her mother, who, IIRC, is the one with her namesake YouTube account, says otherwise. And mothers know best. She was just 19 and with a very promising career ahead of her. If you've never heard of her and interested, you can watch videos which amount pretty much to the making of a star-to-be-who-never-was all over YouTube. There's televised interviews with her (watched them 10 yrs ago, but I guess they never aired..?) And she has quite a few songs and, it appears, some are still being released. Definitely much more talented than the singers & music that they feed the youth of today. So there you go. Karloff, the fame monster, got rid of the competition decades before that one singer ("allegedly") got rid of her competition, in more permanent ways. I guess he could have been much worse, but I won't give up finding out his potential involvement in Lon Chaney's death yet!

Thursday, October 4, 2018

Of Halloween and Angels

Irene D.'s Angels 

.•:*¨¨*:•Baby Bela Lugosi.•:*¨¨*:•
One adorable little boy...

Once upon a time, there were two little boys who loved acting. One in Transylvania, the other in London. They grew up, and they were each assigned to monster movies. But that was long ago and now they're dead. Alas, many lies were told, but I took them away from all that and, now, I work for one, and the other gets put in place by me. My nameis Irene D.

Baby Boris Karloff
...and another cute little boy.

Confession Time

Here is my all-time (ever since I was a not-so-little by then kid) favorite episode of that 70's hit, Charlie's Angels. SPOILERS: It was while watching it with closed captioning in 2016, that I finally understood the words that Kris Munroe pronounced, "Lon Chaney". <--mouse over to reveal. I had NO idea who that was, as I'd never once in my life heard the name. Intrigued, I looked it up. And that is when I decided "Why don't I stop by that B&W channel that plays old movies that I keep surfing past?!" And, TDB for BK fans, the rest here is history! I'd never seen a single 30s-40s Universal Horror film prior to Halloween 2016. (I'm almost 2, y'all. And you know what they say: the terrible twos await! Oh, boy! How much more obnoxious shall I get?!) XD

Of Ghosts & Angels

So, here above, is the fateful episode in question. If the fancy strikes you, wait till tonight to hit play; then, fix yourself a pumpkin latte, crank up the a/c, grab your blankets and, above all, turn out the lights. I think many classic horror fans—at least those who can make like little kids and watch without prejudice, if they've never seen it beforewill enjoy it. It was written by Katharyn Michaelian Powers, who wrote a lot of 70s sci-fi episodes of probably some of your favoriteif not, well knownTV shows. This features a major spooky old (full-color, not dark) house vibe, if ever! It also features my favorite angel, the ever elegant and alluring Tiffany Welles. (Now! Who else—of the masculine persuationbore those very qualities, decades prior? Hmm...) She is portrayed by the beautiful Shelley Hack. Like Oprah said, "I want to walk with her swag!" Something like that. I admire her so much and, like Bela, she has tons of malicious haters... plus another very eerie similarity here! Oh! And I was lucky enough to meet her (sort of) decades ago in Beverly Hills, California, on my way to a meeting there. She, a sweetheart who so graciously acknowledged my presence, meabsolutely star-struck! (Still am!) XD

Tiffany Welles
The ever gorgeous Shelley Hack

No idea now if there'll be a blog entry here for Halloween at all. I like to do things randomly and spontaneously. Plus, we'll all be busy that day, so we're celebrating here very early this month! Enjoy this bit of my personal history. Something more for some of my faithful readers to further hate me by! You're so welcome! 

Monday, October 1, 2018

Happy October!

Today is October 1st, the month when we celebrate not only Halloween but, more importantly, Bela Lugosi's birthday on the 20th. 

Mais alors, chapeau !

October is the month ripe with that magnificent hocus-pocus vibe. Except for a few weird and uptight folks, inside, we all become like little kids again. Stores are replete with Halloween decorations; TVs air "the Halloween episode" of your favorite shows, new and old, as well as classic horror movies. For the one month, we are all united, Christians and Satanists alike, angels and demons, atheists, deity and devil worshipers, somehow we all come together as we are transformed by the black magick of vampires, witches, bats, ghosts, goblins and other ghouls, and we all become a little bit more open to extra-sensory perception and possibilities. The possibilities that magic abounds and is all around us becomes very enticing, and, in October, it somehow becomes more acceptable to entertain the thought that maybe, just maybe, there is something beyond our dimension as we know it
beyond realityan ether that is all around us and whose portal, perhaps, opens up a bit for us to see the normally unseen.

For the time being, I have reserved my previous entry of yesterday sinceas I had hopedit achieved its energetic aim and I no longer need it. (Although I foresee that it'll probably resurface at a later time.) I'm here reminded that some of us speak in more than one language, which others cannot understand. To deny the existence of foreign languages and the ability (and seeming "superpower")  some of us have to switch from one to the other, simply because one doesn't have said skill, would be insane and futile. I think this is a good analogy for what happens with people who can access different dimensions: some of us can engage in more than onealternative realities, if you wouldwhich others simply cannot see, engage in or understand. 

But to deny that some of us can, would be like denying that others can communicate in different languages, simply because you only speak one. It's easy to mock, and many console themselves by using terminology such as "gone off the deep end" and "cuckoo". While they loudly laugh amongst themselves as they brand us "pixelated", we silently smile at their ignorance, for we once were like them but now we know better, and we have no need to convince them of what lies beneath, or of the supernatural experiences some of us might have been blessed with. We just nod condescendingly at them as they keep on mocking, while we thank our lucky stars that we are among the privileged few who know better. 

After all, prayer is a science of mind, quantum physics is an alternative science, and metaphysics transcends science and sentience, and opens up the realm of the unseen, and all that which goes beyond what our five senses can perceive. Perhaps one day metaphysics will become a proven science, and I can't help but think that would be sad. Regardless, just like everyone can study the science of brain surgery, few can adequately acquire such skills as would transform them into a brain surgeon; the same it is with metaphysics. It's available to all, however few will be initiated. 

Bela Lugosi in Hungary
So young and already so handsome!

But enough of the alternative semantics! Let's kick off the Halloween season with a lovely French music video with gorgeous cinematography and Goth imagery. I think a certain group was looking for "genre music", here's my outsider contribution, by a French singer and the director is a Spaniard. A musical gift to everyone which I believe most will enjoy, andnaturally—the title is a not so thin veiled message from me, to all of you Bela haters:

I'm definitely not on your list... or am I?! ;)
 Them pesky "birds"! 
I trust this allegory won't elude you? XD

May you keep an open mind this month, may your sixth sense become activated, and may you be blessed by the special wonder and magic that October brings to those who seek that which exists beyond what is seen. 

Happy October, Everyone! 

Sunday, September 16, 2018


The Lies & Deceit Have Lasted Long ENOUGH!

"History is written by people 
who allowed their personal bias 
and erroneous opinions 
to paint their own narrative
for their personal, hateful agenda."

Just don't fuck with Bela is all I'm saying!

"Nobody can change history;
 merely update it 
to be as accurate as possible."

Pedophile-coward boris karloff 
had Bela Lugosi blacklisted!
Lousy actor Bondage Boris appropriated Bela's role in Black Friday (1940), 
demanded he be relinquished to a tiny janitor part in The Body Snatcher (1945)!
(Probably a fake autograph)

"People will hang on to the first thing 
they ever read, without questioning, 
and, as if their life depended on it,
when finally presented with Truth,
will fight you to the death 
for their right to be wrong."
Irene D. 
(variations on stuff I heard before) 

When you trust Lugosi/Karloff biographers, you:

Many unscrupulous biographers lack integrity, 
are in it for YOUR money!
Don't be a fool! They weren't there, have 0 proof!
Why trust their lies and their pseudo-hearsay?
I offer you photo proof galore... FOR FREE!

Karloff biographer-fanboys have stolen 
Bela Lugosi's legacy long enough. 
I'm Irene D. and I'm stealing it back 
and setting the record straight! 


These hater-fanboys spend their time at the CHFB,
(a vile Boris Karloff fan club for idiots & morons
run by a pathetic Bela-hating troglodyte imbecile 
who has been happily trashing Bela for decades now)
snickering, mocking Béla Lugosi 24/7 & virtually
high-fiving each other complete with gratuitous awards
for basically pulling the wool over their audiences' eyes 
for decades, in print & other/visual media.

All by myself, I don't need anyone at all...
I have Truth on my side,
You only have deceit! 
You'll see...

Welcome to a new dawning, ye decrepit ole fools! 
Your books & your lies will one day be put out to pasture! 


Bela Lugosi made it on his own!
Not by sucking producer d*ck!
Because, unlike coward-karloff, 
Bela was a TALENTED actor.
And that is why he never wanted his son
to become an actor, knowing what he knew! 


la showed the world who 
the real actor really was 
and how ridiculous 
karloff's Frankenpedo was!




Bela Lugosi: the TRUE King of Horror!
A bon entendeur, salut!