From the first week of the series in July of 1966.
No need for dialogue, just plodding piano followed by a silent breakdown which elicits no comfort, only fear.
I only wish that Joan Bennett had made her head go thud with her collapse.
Featuring Elizabeth Stoddard Collins (Joan Bennett) and Victoria Winters (Alexandra Moltke).
Tim Burton, please wave goodbye and promise to never come back.
Tim Burton has now successfully taken three of my cherished childhood œuvres d’art: Planet of the Apes, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and now Dark Shadows, and pissed his signature all over them. Dark Shadows is especially painful because I’ve recently re-discovered it as an adult and love it all the more.
I suppose the overlap in our mutual fondness for specific works demonstrates that we must share some of the same tastes, but only in nostalgia, not in re-creation. In fact, I would say for Tim Burton it’s less re-creation and more defecation. He’s got the money and the star power to run wild, which result in self-indulgent travesties that showcase The Tim Burton Experience™ but leave Read the rest of this entry »
A few months ago I noticed that Netflix was streaming the original Dark Shadows ABC daytime soap opera, no doubt coordinated with the release of the film adaptation set for May 2012. After a moment’s hesitation, I knew that I had to go back – return to my five-year-old self and confront one of my deepest fears: Barnabas Collins, the agent of many childhood nightmares that left an imprint of anxiety on my psyche that may have never been fully erased. I was about to conduct Read the rest of this entry »