Over at Amazing Stories, I’m celebrating Halloween by looking at how the vintage horror novels of A. Merritt fared when it came to film adaptations. The first in the two-part series of posts examines Seven Footprints to Satan, a novel about the machinations of a quasi-supernatural crimelord which was, rather oddly, adapted into a knockabout comedy about a Harold Lloyd lookalike being hassled by a bloke with a black sheet over his head. How did this shift come about? Read and see, dearies…
Doris V. Sutherland 