Posted on 29 Feb 2012 by Bradford Tatum
Photographed before a phallus of European gothic, the Universal production head and his father grin uncharacteristically at the camera.
“They were always at one another’s throats,” Miss Ulm remembers. “Junior seemed to begin every foray of his with the words ‘but, Pop’, as he desperately tried to convince his father of the company’s emerging horror brand. And the old man, that darling old relic, would huff and curse in the fathertongue as he tried to rebuff his angrily enthusiastic son. Junior was never happier than when handing his poison pen to yet another defeated horror lead and Uncle Carl. Well, Uncle Carl seemed happiest pointing his walking stick at the plaster and plywood backlot reproductions of the Old World on his twenty-five cent tours. Looking at Universal today, you can see they both ultimately got their way."
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© 2012 Bradford Tatum
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I Can Only Give You Everything
Winner of the
2011 Next Generation
Indie Book Award
Publisher Book Award.