May is "Short Story Month."
Okay, I admit it. I liked Goliathon. I loved the Ray Harryhausen movies. I like the campy kind of monster movies, with the over-acting and the joy of the improbable. This probably surprises you, since I dislike horror movies so much, but it's not quite the same - and I don't know why I adore one, and not the other.
In my tour through THE TOUCH OF THE SEA, the next stop is at the shore of "Night of the Sea Beast" by Brandon Cracraft.
This was so much fun.
It read to me somewhere between a fun 50's beach movie and a campy sort of monster movie, except Cracraft managed to also tie in the queer content and the sea-theme with an unusual grace. The main character is an outed - and thereby ruined - underwear model who is approached by a man making a monster movie and asked to play the monster. The suit and mask he'll be wearing will keep his identity secret, but really, for a monster movie, how could any publicity be bad?
That's when the bodies start piling up, and the camp level rises even as the characters themselves don't descent into frivolity. That's the "grace" I was talking about - Cracraft doesn't go for the easy resolutions or the simple twists, there's a genuinely intriguing plot here, even as the frame makes you want to hit the beach with your buddies and start tossing the volleyball.