BC & P Inquiries

   When I first chose The Skull (1965) as my subject, I thought perhaps I could offer witty insight into the removal of flesh from bone. I was once tasked with creating entertainment for a Jurassic Park themed company picnic. One contest involved a confirmation of manly strength and agility by tossing a "dinosaur bone' the furthest. Not a simple plastic bone under my watch, I needed the closest to actual dinosaur I could muster in the modern era. The friendly neighborhood butcher procured a nice large cow femur. Before every bit of information was on the world wide web, I went about this by the seat of my pants. Already a little rank, I started with a heavy boil. Not a good smell. Left outside to the elements and flies, hung by a rope into the creek for the crawdads and finally bleached by the sun. But within the first few minutes of this Amicus Production, I realized how much simpler a bottle of skin reducing acid would have been. So much less fun, however, as the entire comp

It's been a (long) long (time) time (comin') comin' It's going to be (long) a long (time) time (gone) gone But you know the darkest hour Is always, always just before the dawn     - Crosby, Stills and Nash   I wasn't sure where I was going to go with my thoughts on this movie. I've never blogged before so you can expect a quick read. I am grateful that this movie helped me understand my father a bit more. He was born in Brooklyn in 1912, so he carried a bit of the old ways with him. I never quite understood why he used the word "Dutchman" under his breath at times. I think the legacy of the Patroon may have lasted generations in New York. For those of you that haven't seen the movie or studied the history of New York, patroons were manorial lords... wealthy Dutch landowners that reaped the benefits of a feudal farm system. The farmers were mostly German or Scotch-Irish settlers. I do know that I thoroughly enjoy watching Dragonw