(draft) CHIVALRY by Tim Pfau My childhood nightmare, likely timed to pulse, involved slow booming steps in the darkness approaching relentlessly no matter where I ran or hid in those cold shudders. Only twice did dream produce my monster, Gill Man, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, dripping swamp water in three dimensions, a colorless mass of sheen and shadow, raging tall at the gate he carried strength and malevolent power masked by folds and scales which hinted further expansions of brutal and devastating embrace. Mostly I woke up before I saw him, afraid that the beast would slap me aside with Julia Adams unprotected in a one-piece swimming suit behind me. I feared for her and of failure, not yet knowing that all the movie’s swimming scenes, (including the water ballet where he swims, synchronized stroke for stoke underneath), were not Julia’s work but by Ginger Stanley, a swimmer, Weeki-Watchi Spring’s finest diva of underwater dance. She even doubled for Esther Williams. One, the other, both or every women I had yet to meet, it does not matter. I’ve held the gate, ensuring happy lives and measures of success for all of them. Oh, I try to not be smug about this. One could swim and the other screams, but still…
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 05:22:12 +0000
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