For now, on the occasion of what
would have been Lon Chaney Jr.’s 110th birthday, I’d like to briefly
honor this iconic actor with a brief recap of what I learned from him.
Son of silent film superstar, Lon
Chaney Sr., who was known as the man of 1000 faces for his amazingly creative
make-up techniques, Lon Jr. followed in his father’s footsteps. He was the only
actor to have ever portrayed all four of the traditional iconic movie “monsters”
of the 1930s and 40s. He played Dracula in Son of Dracula, the Frankenstein
monster in Ghost of Frankenstein, and wrapped up in bandages to be the Mummy in
the final three movies of that series.
But the role he is most popular
for is the Wolfman. Chaney was the ONLY actor to portray this role in any movie of that era. Because of the pathos he brought to the character, Universal Studios and the fans wouldn’t even consider another actor for role.
The persona of Larry Talbot is a
warm, likeable tradesman unaffected by being the son of an aristocrat. Trying
to save the life of a young woman being attacked by a wolf, Talbot is bitten
and ultimately falls victim to the curse of the werewolf.
“Even a man who is pure at heart
and says his prayer by night,
May become a wolf when the
wolfbane blooms
and the Autumn moon is bright.”
On each and every night of the
full moon, no matter what he does to prevent it, Talbot transforms into an
uncontrollable half-man, half-beast with a vicious instinct to kill. Each and
every time, his remorse is palpable. His human self is mortified and horrified
by his ferocity and savagery in his werewolf form. He spends his every human
moment seeking a cure, or even his own death so as to put an end to the horror.
What drew me to the Wolfman was Larry Talbot’s honesty, gentleness and sense of responsibility. He reinforced the same lessons that I was learning from my father – to always strive to do whatever is right.
Talbot was a tradesman who was good with his hands, and able to do many things. And he was always seeking to learn something new. Again, these lessons were exactly what I was learning from dad. By the way, my dad had a bit of a resemblance to Chaney in body shape and facial structure – at least to my child’s eyes. Chaney and my father represented all the good things a man should be.
Fortunately, my father was not a
werewolf. After all, I had seen him
during a full moon and although we Italian men are perpetually in need of a
shave, dad never got hairier or grew fangs and bit people’s jugular veins. I
was comforted by the knowledge that there were no wolves in Brooklyn, so dad
would likely never get bitten by one.
Instead of being afraid of the
Wolfman, I felt sorry for him. Had he not been bitten, he too could have had a
happy family like ours.
So I learned compassion for those
less fortunate, and I also learned the importance of trust.
Of course I knew the Wolfman wasn’t
real. I read about it in Famous Monsters of Filmland magazine. To become the
Wolfman, Chaney sat through nine grueling hours of having someone glue real yak
hair onto his face. That is dedication! Yet another lesson about devoting
yourself to whatever you are passionate about.
So Happy Birthday, Mr. Chaney. And
thank you for teaching me some of the most important lessons I learned in life.
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