Freaks

The upcoming fourth season of American Horror Story is called FreakShow and, as the title intones, will involve circus sideshow performers. Immediately, I thought of the Tod Browning movie, Freaks, and wondered how/if the old movie will influence the tone and feel of American Horror Story. Just the teaser trailer, linked below, hints at a homage to Freaks.

I don’t want to reveal what that image makes me think of in relation to Freaks because it might give too much away about Freaks and I don’t want to, because for all horror aficionados, Freaks deserves a watch.freaks-movie-poster-1932-1020491592

Tod Browning’s Freaks came out in 1932. That fact in of itself is shocking because the movie, even by today’s standards, is terrifying. This movie did not need gory special effects to make its horror felt by viewers. Bravo ranked it number 15 in its 100 scariest movies of all time. The original version of the movie was never released, considered too shocking, and no longer exists or so they say. One of the cut scenes concerns a man singing in falsetto and that is all I’ll say about that! Tod Browning’s career apparently suffered from making the movie and never recovered. This is the man who directed Dracula with Bela Lugosi. For Freaks, Browning derived his inspiration from actual experience, having joined a traveling circus at sixteen.

At the start of Freaks, a sideshow barker beckons customers to visit the sideshow. One woman looks into a box and screams at what she sees inside. The barker explains how the horror in the box was once a beautiful and talented trapeze artist, Cleopatra. The rest of the movie shows how Cleopatra and her lover (the future falsetto mentioned above) conspired for her to seduce and marry sideshow midget Hans after learning of his large inheritance.

Browning takes his time establishing the “normalcy” of the deformed “freaks” via vignettes, showing them eating, drinking, hanging laundry: normal acts shown in an odd light given they are done by people without arms, legs, etc. The “freaks” are kind to each other and pose no threat while the “normal” people plot to take poor Hans’ fortune.

Once Hans marries Cleopatra, the tone of the movie takes a sharp left turn into weirds-ville. No wonder the 1930s movie goers freaked out. We have Koo Koo the Bird Girl who shimmies her hips on the table in crude burlesque form. At one point, Cleopatra takes her midget hubby Hans on her back for a horsey ride. From here on out, tension builds as the sideshow performers suspect something’s up and keep a constant vigil on their friend Hans, peeking through windows, catching Cleopatra trying to poison Hans. The sideshow performers, discovering her plot, chase her and attack her in a gruesome, unseen confrontation, culminating in her becoming a sideshow “freak” herself.

The film has been criticized and praised. Some saw it as a commentary on Hollywood’s treatment of its talent like sideshow performers, as trashy exploitation of the actual sideshow performers, and as a grim morality tale. I like to think Browning, who had actually worked with sideshow performers wanted to portray them in a sympathetic light, demonstrate how you can’t judge a book by its cover, and that the sideshow performers aren’t freaks after all. Regardless, once seen, Freaks is never forgotten.

The actors in Freaks were actual side show performers with real deformities. FreaksHere’s a picture of some of the performers who played in the movie. When I was writing Necromancer’s Seduction, my merry trio, Ruby, the necromancer; Kara, the witch; and Adam, the revenant, went to a carnival and shared thoughts on whether supernaturals once maybe sought refuge in circus side shows. They repeat one of the famous lines from the movie, still referenced in pop culture today. Here’s the scene from Necromancer’s Seduction. At the end, Adam says the infamous line.

“The traveling carnivals in the early nineteen hundreds were cool, especially the sideshow freaks,” Kara said as we maneuvered through the throngs of families pushing strollers and teens yelling as they assessed their possibilities of hooking up. Hawkers called out, inviting us to play ring toss or Whack- A-Mole. The smell of cinnamon from frying churros warmed the cool night air around us.

“You looking for a new job?” I asked.

“You know, some of the old circus and carnival freaks were supernaturals,” she said.

“That’s kind of depressing. So was the hairy man a werewolf?”

“I don’t know, but maybe it wasn’t so depressing. The carnivals allowed them to come out of hiding, to a certain extent.”

She bumped into me to avoid being hit by a kid running to get on the Twist-O-Rama ride.

“Why would they like being gawked at? Treated like a freak for being themselves?” I asked.

“Did you ever see the old black and white movie Freaks about the circus sideshow freaks?” she asked. “The non-freak trapeze artist and her boyfriend schemed to kill one of the midgets because he was rich. She pretended to love him and married him.”

“Gobble, gobble, we accept her, one of us,” Adam said in a squeaky voice. “That’s one of the best movie lines ever. They cast real people with deformities as the sideshow freaks.”

“That movie was horrifying in ways horror directors today could never imitate,” I said, images from the movie vivid in my mind. When the sideshow freaks found out that the trapeze artist planned to kill their midget friend, they attacked her, turning her into a deformed freak. “They don’t make movies like that anymore.”

 

 

Character Meme Hop

I was tagged for this meme by fellow author and Paranormal Romantics author Veronica Scott. Thanks Veronica!!

The second book in my Necromancer Books, The Necromancer’s Betrayal, just released so I thought I’d share a little about my heroine. Thanks for stopping by 🙂

What is the name of your character? Is he/she fictional or a historic person?

My fictional character is Ruby Montagne, a necromancer.

When and where is the story set?

Necromancer’s Betrayal is set in both in modern day San Francisco with the occasional jaunt into the demon realm.

What should we know about him/her?

She’s a necromancer and can bring the dead back to life, make zombies and revenants and other, ah, interesting abilities.

What is the main conflict? What messes up his/her life?

Oh where to begin. Between the two supernatural men who desire her and the call to use her power for evil, and deciding who she can trust, Ruby has her hands full.

What is the personal goal of the character?

To discover who is killing off supernaturals, including her grandmother, and why, and understand her origins and that of necromancers. To learn a little more about Ruby’s struggles, here’s the back cover copy:

Necromancer Ruby Montagne is battling for her life in the realm of demons. Unfairly branded for the death of a fellow necromancer, she’s got to prove her innocence without the full use of her magic. And the real culprit is still on the loose.

While someone is stalking her friends among the witches, Ruby searches for answers inside the dark intrigues of both the demon and necromancer worlds. Ruby must confront this new, sinister threat while reconciling her feelings for her former lover, a demon warrior. Only it’s difficult . . . because a sexy vampire is making it clear that he’d like to be a lot more than just friends.

The competition for Ruby’s trust heats up as the enemy pushes her toward a dark side that could threaten the entire realm. Yet what can Ruby do when she’s not even sure what she is? With the fabric separating the realms at stake, she must decide whom to trust. But will the ultimate betrayal be her own?

I’ve tagged a couple of author friends with some great books to share. They’ll be posting in a week or two!

Camelia Miron Skiba

Shanyn Hosier

 

The Crossbones Finale

Crossbones aired its final episode, and by final, we’re talking end of show. It’s not surprising they decided to cancel. While I found some of the drama compelling and Malkovich’s scene chewing fun to watch, the plot meandered between different characters without really settling in. What was touted as the MacGuffin, the chronometer, was quickly disposed of rather anti-climatically in, oh, the third or fourth episode, leaving me flapping worse than a loosened sail. It popped up again in the finale and I have no idea how it wound up in the hands of the Spanish fleet. I really would have liked to have learned more about Lowe’s past as the king’s spy, more about Blackbeard himself, or more from Charlie Rider. He grew on me and I was glad to see him surface and kick ass in the final battle. Charlie, mate, take yon red coat and head on over to New Providence and join Flint’s crew.Crossbones, Blackbeard, Charlie Ryder

I expressed my dislike in a previous post over the liberties taken with historical fact surrounding Blackbeard’s life, and still believe the show creators could have incorporated the facts about Blackbeard better, if they were going to use him at all. The show professed to be based off of Colin Woodard’s book, The Republic of Pirates, but I saw no resemblance whatsoever to the book. Once again, why not just create a new pirate character? I guess they thought Blackbeard’s name attached to the show would bring in more viewers, which is true, but for me it detracted from the show.

While I liked Kate Balfour in the beginning, she really began annoying me toward the end. So self-righteous toward Lowe, as if she bore no responsibility for her actions. And her attempt to abort her and Lowe’s unborn child because she didn’t think her husband, James Balfour, could stand another tragedy just struck me as another plot device to increase drama and conflict. Who knows? Maybe they began that subplot before knowing the show would be canceled. I was surprised at how neatly they wrapped everything up, making me think they had an alternate ending already shot and ready to go when word came down about the cancellation.

I was actually okay with Selima’s fate. (This was actually the best use of the highly derivative, yet pretty freaky Antoinette.) Selima failed to stir any emotions in me beyond distaste. I didn’t get her at all, and once again, could be because of the failure to develop the secondary characters. Case in point, and I apologize once again for the Black Sails comparison, take Max from Black Sails. She went through some pretty heinous sh@&* as the pirate sex slave. When she escaped that situation, coming out stronger and tougher to challenge the brothel madame, I liked her loads more than in the first few episodes because I could empathize with her choices after the horrible experience.

The only person who seemed to really go through some heinous sh@%$ on Crossbones was Lowe and the constant threat of death. And let’s discuss that more shall we, because I never believed for a second, in the what? three times they almost killed him, that they would actually really killl him. The plot device grew old fast. And what was the point with trepanning Blackbeard’s skull except to make my intestines shrivel and squirm?

So in the end Blackbeard walks off into the sunset. Who’s shriveled head did Lowe deliver to the Brits in Jamaica? And is Lowe a pirate now? Will he and James Balfour share daddy duties to Kate’s child? I guess we’ll never know.

My Amtrak Experience

I traveled to Florida to visit my family and decided to trade up a plane trip for something more oh, adventurous and less expensive. When transporting five people, cost is definitely an issue. So I settled on a train trip from Tucson to New Orleans, spend a few days in the Big Easy before heading down to Florida. I’d visited New Orleans on a couple of weekend benders while a college student at Florida State University, but those are tales for another time…maybe.

I packed all my writing gear along with my imaginings over conversing with people, admiring the passing countryside, and all sorts of experiences born from travelogues. My own trip was not quite as romantic, but certainly as interesting.

Unfortunately, the trip out wasn’t pleasant. To explain, I have to come clean as battling chronic anxiety. It’s something I’m constantly working on, but it has been impacting my life, make things like travel difficult. As a result, part of my train experience involved dealing with anxiety about being on the train. Also, I hadn’t quite developed my rail legs and spent much of the trip wavering between spilling my guts and moments of reprieve after taking anti-nausea medicine. To my pleasant surprise, I fared much better on the return trip and was even able to write.

The observation deck was definitely nice with amazing views of parts of the country I’d never see otherwise. Past swamps in Louisiana, desert canyons in southern Texas and Arizona, through El Paso with an enlightening view of Mexico and the fence separating neighbors…and over the Mississippi. Let me elaborate on that particular event. Just before arriving in New Orleans, the train makes a slow, dizzying climb up a platform constructed for trains to cross the Huey Long Bridge. Here’s a nice video someone posted on Youtube.

I watched this video before taking the train ride. From the perspective of the person taking the video, the track appears wide and the whole experience cool but not so crazy. When seated on the train, it feels like you are coasting on air. You can’t see the track guiding the train, only the city sprawled out below. It’s a disconcerting fifteen or twenty minutes. I wished I’d had more nerve to actually enjoy the spectacle instead of the occasional terse glimpse out the window while I distracted myself playing Clash of Clans.

Now down to the nitty gritty. The train does not lack for its share of drunks. On the way to New Orleans, a man stumbled around at night and ended up sprawled across two seats belonging to a couple. The conductor was called to sort things out. (By the way, the Amtrak staff was great. One conductor in particular, sensing my initial discomfort, talked to me, offering his assistance. He roamed the train, conversing with travelers, addressing issues, and truly seemed to enjoy his job.) When I was waiting for coffee at 8:30 am at the cafe, the man in front of me asked for coffee and beer. When the attendant told him they couldn’t serve beer until a certain time in accordance with Texas law, he took his coffee with shaking hands and waited until Texas law allowed him to get his dose.

While watching the scenery zip by on the observation deck, two guys behind me discussed our antiquated rail system, comparing it to European trains, which I would have to agree with. The track from El Paso to Louisiana is quite bumpy; however, I don’t to need to hear about how our tracks and trains are a disaster waiting to happen when I’m sitting on one. My only comment to that discussion is how we have a much larger landscape to cover with more challenging terrain than places like France and Spain.

The return trip to Tucson, on our last evening in the observation car, really brought home the Amtrak experience. From a group of kids—white, black, Hispanic, they didn’t care—sitting together playing on their game boys calling each other dorks, to the train enthusiast, gazing out the windows with wide eyes. I’d brought lots of movies, my computer, a book, but most of the time, found myself just taking it all in. A plane would never bring together these various slices of the American population. I wouldn’t have a blog post to write about a plane trip bringing to mind something I learned while in the Peace Corps, riding on trains and buses and vehicles not meant for human transport…sometimes the journey is just as important as the destination.