Going way back in time tonight with The Invisible Man. I know there are newer takes on this H.G. Wells classic, but when it comes to these old stories, I prefer the earliest film adaptations. Somehow black and white feels more fitting.

Bandaged dude is creeping out the locals. Ha! How did she not see half his face was not there. Pretty lady. Ooh. She must be the girlfriend. Whoa. Decent effects for the time. Sure scared the crap out of them. Ahhhh he’s getting naked! Bahahaha dude running around invisible in just his shirt. Nobody bothers to try to help the cop. Afraid they might touch his dong I guess. So now he’s running around naked in the winter. Interesting. People would rather believe that an entire town is having the same delusion than the possibility of the existence of an invisible man. Dude’s just plopping his balls on the furniture like it’s no big deal. Oh yeah, I’d say he’s got the insanity side effect. Here we go gathering nuts in May, nuts in May, nuts in May. Crazy bastard. Oh dang. And just how do you know that, doc?

Ok that was cool. I love these old movies.