"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."
I saw the movie "Something Wicked This Way Comes" tonight. I remember loving that movie as a kid, even with the cheesy special effects and happy-go-lucky ending. I saw it way before I ever read the book, which is probably why it will always hold a place in this gray lump of a heart.
I know the concept is overdone, but I think that there is something special about carnivals...especially dark and creepy ones. Inside almost any carnival story (and mind you, I’m referring to fiction here - not the biographical ones) the same elements always occur. The entire caravan shows up in the middle of the night with the sinister magician/ring-leader, the fortuneteller who is older than time itself, the deformed giant, a clown with a hideous laugh, some type of growling animal, and a handful of little people running amok. It’s like a playground for the imagination!
Yes, the same can be said for practically anything if it is given enough of a twist. For instance you could have a deranged barber, a cannibalistic butcher, or even a housewife on crack (err...I suppose? Hmm, anyways...) BUT, nothing compares to a good old-fashioned spooky carnival character, at least imnsfho.
Why don’t they write stories about this shit anymore?
*edit: Anyone know who and where Bradbury got the title from? Hint: title of this entry.
I know the concept is overdone, but I think that there is something special about carnivals...especially dark and creepy ones. Inside almost any carnival story (and mind you, I’m referring to fiction here - not the biographical ones) the same elements always occur. The entire caravan shows up in the middle of the night with the sinister magician/ring-leader, the fortuneteller who is older than time itself, the deformed giant, a clown with a hideous laugh, some type of growling animal, and a handful of little people running amok. It’s like a playground for the imagination!
Yes, the same can be said for practically anything if it is given enough of a twist. For instance you could have a deranged barber, a cannibalistic butcher, or even a housewife on crack (err...I suppose? Hmm, anyways...) BUT, nothing compares to a good old-fashioned spooky carnival character, at least imnsfho.
Why don’t they write stories about this shit anymore?
*edit: Anyone know who and where Bradbury got the title from? Hint: title of this entry.