When Moles Were More Meaningful
|My Own Distressed Copy of Warren's Mole People Tie-In Mag From 1964|
Joy Still To Be Had in The Mole People (1956)
By any reasonable standard, The Mole People is a bad picture, but standards among so-called "monster boomers" are not reasonable. We are driven by sentiment and nostalgia same as ones who grew up a generation before on cowboy Saturdays. While these sat home wondering when westerns might come back, we were in seats they'd once occupied looking at sci-fi and horror that at least shared common ground of occasional black-and-whiteness. Soon enough we'd endure with elders a larger public's dismiss of cherished totems. A next group of youngsters would sneer at our Mole People same as we had at Hoot and Hoppy. I got that hard lesson doing early 2000's college shows of meaningful-to-me Kiss Of The Vampire, Tales Of Terror, and others from a childhood the latter generation seemed disinclined to share with me. Said oldies died death of a hundred walk-outs and sour react (not a last occasion for the cold splash, as there would come bitter tide of showing Ann my "scariest of all" Black Sabbath). So what is takeaway from this? To watch The Mole People and ones like it alone for a start, or at most with friends (just one if you can locate him) who understands. The gather of long-term monster fanship is a lot like old-timers I used to see at 16mm western screenings during the 70/early 80's, reaching back decades, but eternally optimistic that somehow youth would wake up and realize there was nothing better than Saturdays spent astride with serial accompany.
|A Monsterpiece Among Don Post Masks|
|Gagging Cynthia Patrick and John Agar Making The Best of a "B" Situation|
I wondered at the time if