Halloween is almost upon us. Obviously, the meaning of this day evolves as you move through life's stages, but it was only during my grammar school years in the 1970s that I looked forward to it with such anticipation.
Were Ingrid Bergman and Edward G.Robinson offered choice roles in The Planet of The
Apes? Did producer Val Lewton make a grave error in 1943's "The Seventh Victim?" Was stongman Steve Reeves ever cast as Tarzan?
Bridal Bizarre is one of my favorite topics. I've been collecting stories of true freakisms for years and they are endless: a woman marrying a dolphin, a man marrying a body pillow.... The heart's desire knows no bounds.
This year's Oscar producers, Adam Shankman and Bil Mechanic, were so dedicated to the quixotic task of luring in young viewers, that we were given a show full of presenters that appeared to have gone through puberty during the rehearsals.
Where once the King of Halloween confection was Candy Corn -- selling 8.3 billion kernels a year -- planners of today's Halloween parties lobby their new faves: the latest in gross and disgusting party food.