Boris holds a warm place in my heart ever since his beloved Monster scared the hell out of me when I was 6 years old. My father asked me all those years ago "do you want to see a movie on TV tonight?" I said yes and asked what movie it was. "Frankenstein!" Not knowing what a frankenstein was I said yes. I managed to stay with it, with growing apprehension, until Boris made his grand entrance. Those consecutive close ups of that horrid face was all I could stand. I ran into my bedroom, slammed the door shut, and hid under the covers. I can definitely say Boris Karloff totally corrupted my life in the most wonderful way and for that I am eternally grateful.