Note: This post is a late submission to the blogathon started by the great Kitty Packard. If anyone is not reading her wonderful blog, which you really should, you can find it here: http://kittypackard.com/
When I was in the sixth grade or so, the class had a reading day. We brought blankets and sleeping bags from home, sprawled out on the floor, and just read whatever we wished. The book I had picked off the library’s shelf was one by a famous sci-fi author, who I had probably heard of but had never read. When I took the book with me to class on the aforementioned day, I found I quite enjoyed it. Later, I told a friend of mine about the book, mentioning how I wished someone would make it into a movie. There was such a film, she said. For God knows how many years after that conversation, I imagined what the movie would be like. Then one day, I was watching TCM and it came on.
It opened with a man walking through a harsh winter blizzard. The man was tightly wrapped in heavy, warm clothes. He had a wide brimmed hat casting a shadow over his face, which was covered in gauze bandages. He walked into an inn filled with merry people laughing and having a drink. With his arrival, everything went quiet and he asked for a room. After being left alone in his new lodgings, he took off his coat and removed the bandages to reveal himself as the Invisible Man.
The Invisibe Man at the beginning of the film.