It and three other horror comics - Creepy, Eerie, and Vampirella - stir deep, deep in the dark, still heart of every complete newsstand and sell for a buck apiece. Today, Famous Monsters of Filmland is the oldest, best monster magazine in the world. As we read the synopsis of The Crawling Eye, a film we’d seen together a few weeks before, and looked over the many stills from Them and It Came From Beneath the Sea, we knew as inexorably as Carl Denham’s hunch about King Kong that here was something significant, something larger than life. Our monster club had its weekly meeting on Friday nights, and at one meeting vice-president Brent Griffiths held aloft a pulpy, picture-strewn magazine pinched firmly between the thumb and forefinger of his warted chartreuse monster gloves, and said, ”Gentlemen, note this.” We gathered around. Friday nights, when Roderick came on and hosted Shock Theater with his assistant, Igor, the personification of what would happen to us if we didn’t sit up straight in class. Remember: the dark night of our prepubescent souls really arrived at 11 p.m. I first looked at Famous Monsters of Filmland back in the sixth grade.
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