The Fourth of July got me to thinking about Halloween. Will I have a party? Who am I going to be? For years I said I’d be Nurse Ratched from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
I’d wear a wig and an old fashioned nurse’s uniform with snaps down the front. I would wear it open to reveal S&M wear, a bustier, fishnets, etc. This was Nurse Ratched’s true essence. She was a sadist. I’d wear a name plate with ‘Nurse Ratched’ on it and to top it off, I’d wear a neck brace. Because she deserved it, Jack Nicholson’s character strangles her near the end, so she had to wear one. For a long time I didn’t want to say that I wanted to be her because I didn’t want people to copy me, but I don’t give a crap any more. So what the heck — I’ll tell you my other idea. Henry.
Some of you may know him. He’s Henry from Henry: A Portrait of a Serial Killer. This was a fabulous underground cult movie based on the life of Henry Lee Lucas. A lot of people were put off by it I suppose but I tell you, the movie was artfully done in a bare bones fashion. There was clever humor infused throughout and a couple of really dark catch-phrases that I love. The theme song is the shit. I play it when I come home from work in a bad mood dreaming of mass murder:
It might be a wee bit of a stretch since I’m a black woman but I’d pull it off. For a Henry costume, I need a man’s wig, a light, rust-colored jacket, some high water pants, and an exterminator can — Henry poses as an exterminator to get into people’s houses. He also has a distinctive walk which I love — the walk reminds me of one of the characters in Scooby-Doo — long, stiff strides. The annual Halloween parade in Greenwich Village would be a great opportunity for me to demonstrate this walk. I wonder if anybody would know who the hell I was.