DR. WITTY, I PRESUME?
Betcha thought I’d go all seasonal for the December issue, didn’tcha? Think again. With only a few exceptions (Black Christmas and… okay, I’m drawing a blank), Christmas-themed horror films pretty much blow, so I’m bah-humbugging the lot of ’em this year. It’s appropriate, however, that I’m devoting this column to a couple of beloved figures from my childhood who showered me with gifts every Saturday afternoon.
Monster Movie Matinee, hosted by Dr. E. Nick Witty and his assistant Epal, was broadcast on WSYR from Syracuse, NewYork; my hometown of Kingston, Ontario was well within range, and my bounty was great. Once bidden inside the Monster Mansion, we were greeted by the Doctor – well, part of him, anyway. This dubious practitioner’s face was so horribly disfigured…