The Doll!

Introduced Lady Morlock to Argento’s masterpiece Profundo Rosso last night. That film… so beautiful. So glorious. So endless.

And that Doll!

I believe she enjoyed it, although she cursed Argento’s casual approach to animal suffering… and plot. But she recognized the power of the moments that have kept recurring in my nightmares in the twenty years since Charley Sherman first introduced me to this film.

Especially… THAT DAMNED DOLL! Everything about that thing screams wrongness! The giggle. The flailing arms. That horrible sneer.

Lord, I hate that doll.

What do you think? What’s your favorite creepy doll? Chucky? The Saw thing in the tricycle? Anthony Hopkin’s buddy in Magic? The Jonathan Coulton song?