harlequinnade:

30 Days, 30 Monsters day eighteen
↳ Pumpkinhead

I’d like to apologize for this gifset up front. It wasn’t until I was into it that I realized that the first Pumpkinhead movie only shows off its monster very briefly and in very dark scenarios. This looks like trash. Bear with me. 

Pumpkinhead is an awesome movie to me because it evokes the feeling of urban legend. This is the kind of monster that would get passed around the schoolyard or told as a cautionary to unruly children and grandchildren. A grieving father goes to visit an old witch in the woods seeking revenge for the death of his son and in doing so pays the ultimate price—his humanity. 

There’s a particularly chilling moment near the end wherein the lines between monster and man become very visibly blurred. The night after I made this gifset, I had a nightmare about giant cockroaches with my face chasing me and trying to kill me in my house. So, I’d say the imagery in Pumpkinhead is still pretty fucking potent. This is something I’d actually like to see handled in a reboot or a reprisal of some kind. Pumpkinhead is a pretty underrated monster, all things considered, and I think he has a mythos worth further exploring. Just keep the practical make-up effects, you feel me?

chaplinfortheages:

Working on the pivotal scene in “City Lights”- Notice they are in different costumes then appeared in the film. Charlie is wearing a neck tie here vice the bow.  Virginia is wearing a dark dress, nude stockings vice light colored dress, dark sweater and dark stockings,

The question that haunted him till near the end of production. How to have the blind girl mistake him for a man of wealth?  He knew if it failed so would the film. When he finally solved it, he drove the entire cast and crew crazy shooting it. Charlie speaks of it in his autobiography.

“The whole scene lasted seventy seconds, but it took five days of retaking to get it right. This was not the girl’s fault, but partly my own, for I had worked myself into a neurotic state of wanting perfection”.

Charles Chaplin, My Autobiography pg 323-324