Gods and Monsters
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 105 min
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- He had a live-in nurse but...
- She was nothing but a bother.
I not like her.
Mr. Jimmy not like her.
It be better if you
live in again, Mr. David.
- Hanna, stop it.
- Shh.
If there's any emergency,
you call me in New York.
Yes, I call.
- Uh, Mr. Jimmy, more coffee?
- What?
Oh, well, yes.
Why not?
Just half a cup, Hanna.
Isn't Hanna a peach, hmm?
But she tells me that you haven't
been sleeping very well.
Well, it's these ridiculous
pills they prescribe.
For instance, the Luminal.
If I take it the next day I go
around as stupid as a stone,
and if I don't take it then my mind's
going off in a hundred directions at once.
Then take the Luminal.
Well, yes, but today I wanted
to be alert for your visit,
particularly as I saw so
little of you at the hospital.
Jimmy, look, I'm sorry, but with
this picture and two difficult stars...
Dear David.
It's no pleasure making you feel guilty.
Go on, off you go.
You don't want to
miss your aeroplane.
- I like your new Cezanne.
- Oh.
Well.
Good-bye, Hanna.
I get the door.
Who is this new yard man?
Mr. Boom... I, I don't...
Something "B. "
I hire him while you
were in the hospital.
He came cheap.
Bells of hell go
ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
O death, where is thy
sting-a-ling-a-ling
Grave
where thy victory
Good morning.
My name is Whale.
This is my house.
- And your name is?
- Boone. Clay Boone.
I couldn't help but
notice your tattoo.
That motto... "Death before dishonor. "
What does it mean?
- It just means that I was a marine.
- Ah, the Marines.
- I suppose you served in Korea.
- Yeah.
Well, I'm gonna
get back to work.
Well, when you're through
feel free to use the pool.
And we're quite
informal here.
No need to worry
about a bathing suit.
I got another lawn
to do this afternoon.
Oh, well,
then some other time.
Yes,
keep up the good work.
Jimmy!
- Privy needs cleanin'.
- I have me class tonight.
Don't get above yourself.
Leave the drawing to the artists.
Quite so, Mum.
To the privy.
"Quite so"?
Jimmy Whale.
Who are you
to put on airs?
Jimmy Whale.
- Is there iced tea, Hanna?
- Yes, Mr. Jimmy.
- Ah, cucumber sandwiches.
- Mmm.
An interview, after so many years.
Very exciting.
Oh, don't be daft. It's just a
student from the university.
Mm-hmm.
This way, please.
- Mr. Kay, sir.
- Huh?
Oh, yes, of course.
Mr. Kay.
I'd almost forgotten.
My tea-time guest.
Mr. Whale,
this is such an honor.
You're one of my favorite
all-time directors.
I can't believe I'm meeting you.
No, I don't
suppose you can.
And this is your house.
Ah!
The house of Frankenstein.
I thought you'd live in a
great big villa or a mansion.
Ah, well,
one likes to live simply.
I know. People's movies
aren't their lives.
"Love dead. Hate living. "
That's my favorite line in my favorite
movie of yours:
Bride of Frankenstein.- Is it indeed?
- Yes.
Hanna, I think we're going to take
our tea down by the swimming pool.
Would that be good
for you, Mr. Kay?
Sure.
- Well, lead on, won't you.
- Mm-hmm.
I love the great horror films,
and yours are the best.
The Old Dark House.
The Invisible Man.
They have style,
and they're funny!
So, Mr. Kay,
what do you want to know?
Everything.
Just start
at the beginning.
Well, I was born
just outside London,
the only son of a minister
who was also a schoolmaster.
Grandpapa was a bishop,
Church of...
Stop lagging behind, Jimmy.
We'll be late for church.
Come on!
Stop lallygagging!
Straighten up, son.
They'll think you're a Nancy boy.
Mr. Whale?
Your father
was a schoolmaster?
Yes, of course.
And I was going to go up to Oxford.
But the war broke out
and I never made it.
You cannot imagine what life
was like after the Armistice.
The '20s in London.
A break with everything
dour and respectable.
I had a knack
with pencil and paper,
so I was hired to design
sets for stage productions.
Ah.
Yes.
Help yourself.
Cucumber sandwiches.
Thank you, Hanna.
And you can go now.
There was one play
in particular,
a beautiful, grim study of
war called Journey's End.
Every experienced director
turned it down. Not commercial.
So I offered myself.
Journey's End made the careers
of everyone associated with it.
It was only a matter of time
before Hollywood beckoned.
How much longer before
we get to the horror movies?
Am I right in assuming, Mr. Kay, that
it is not me that you are interested in,
but only my
horror pictures?
No, but it's the horror movies
you'll be remembered for.
I'm not dead yet, Mr. Kay.
No.
Uh, I never said you were.
Or will be soon.
So, Journey's End brought
you to Hollywood.
I've got a little proposal.
This line of questioning
is getting old.
- Don't you think?
- I don't mind.
Well, I do.
Let's make it more
interesting for me.
I will answer truthfully any
question that you put to me,
and in return, for each answer you
will remove an article of clothing.
I thi...
That's funny, Mr. Whale.
Yes, it is, isn't it?
My life as a game
of strip poker.
Shall we play?
So the rumors are true then.
Oh?
That you were
forced to retire...
because of,
um, a sex scandal.
A homosexual scandal,
you mean.
For me to answer a
question of that magnitude,
you'll have to remove
both your shoes and socks.
You're a dirty old man.
Oh.
Oh, it is kind of you to indulge
your elders in their vices,
just as I indulge
the young in theirs.
No, there was no scandal.
My only other vice.
I expect you'd like a fuller
answer to that question.
It'll cost you your jacket.
Too warm for
a jacket anyway.
You must understand how
Hollywood was 20 years ago.
If you were a star nobody cared
a tinker's cuss who you slept with,
so long as you kept
it out of the papers.
As for us directors, well, outside Hollywood
who even knows who George Cukor is,
much less what he gets up to with
those boys from the malt shops?
George Cukor?
Who made A Star is Born?
Take off your shirt,
and I'll tell you all about it.
George is famous for his
Saturday dinner parties.
Great writers, artists,
society folk,
all rubbing elbows
with Hollywood royalty.
But how many of those
oh-so-proper people...
know about the Sunday
brunches that follow?
Armies of trade
eating up the leftovers,
followed by some strenuous
fun and frolic in the pool.
Can we talk about
the horror movies now?
Certainly.
Is there anything in particular
that you want to know?
Will you tell me
everything you remember...
about making Frankenstein?
Ohh.
Can that count
as one question?
- Of course.
- I can't believe I'm doing this.
Just like going swimming,
isn't it?
Well, maybe you'd like a swim
when we're through.
I don't swim myself,
so the pool tends to go to waste.
Okay.
Frankenstein.
Who came up with the
monster's makeup and look?
Oh, my idea, mostly,
from my sketches.
Big, heavy brow.
The head flat on top so you could take
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