I was thinking about the line from the movie Ed Wood (bad movie), when Bela Lugosi says, “Boris Karloff wasn’t fit to smell my ****.” I Googled it, and this interview came up. Kinda funny:
This is your first film with the great Boris Karloff. What is it like to work with a living legend?
BL: Perhaps you should ask him that! You take his makeup off, and he’s just a beastly, half–human, monster pervert with a repugnant personal stench that attaches itself to his surroundings and becomes a magnet for maggots and prostitutes — God’s experiment in allowing naked id to wander the earth. The Neanderthal isn’t fit to smell my excrement. We had a running joke on set. Every time he would open that cavernous rot–hole and spew his lines in garbled, incomprehensible half–English, we would poke him with a cattle prod.
I posted it on a local message board, and one of my friends replied, “So Karloff was the 1930’s equivalent of a Kardashian?”Bookmark it: del.icio.us | Reddit | Slashdot | Digg | Facebook | Technorati | Google | StumbleUpon | Window Live | Tailrank | Furl | Netscape | Yahoo | BlinkList