Lauren Child - Feel the Fear

At least that’s what she thought until she met the make-up artist Frederick Lutz. Frederick Lutz was a man Ruby greatly admired – a true artist, he had created some of the most startling monsters, villains and victims of the screen, as well as making up the faces of the great and beautiful.

They chatted for a while and then he thanked her for her compliments, and as she moved off to find her seat he called, ‘If you ever need make-up for a very important occasion then think of me – it would be my great pleasure Ms Redfort.’

‘You can bet I will,’ said Ruby, who was thinking Halloween. Then she turned and bumped heads with her friend Red Monroe.

‘I’ve been looking for you,’ said Red, rubbing her forehead.

‘Hey Red, where’s Sadie?’ asked Ruby clutching her nose.

‘Oh, Sadie’s just backstage helping the radioactive lobster fix his pincers.’ She said this as if it was not so very different from mentioning that someone needed help straightening their bow tie.

Red’s mom, usually referred to as ‘Sadie’, was a costume designer – she mainly designed for thrillers and sci-fi flicks and had done more than her share of B-movie work. Ruby liked hanging out at Red’s place because her mother always had something unusual going on in her studio and Mrs Monroe was often to be found with pencil poised, asking some kind of curious question. ‘ So Ruby, tell me, what do you think a Grungemeister looks like? Do you think he would have fingers or grabbers? ’

Ruby and Red made their way to their seats. Elliot Finch was already there, studying the programme.

The lights went down. Everyone clapped.

‘Clancy not here?’ whispered Red.

‘He had to smile for his dad,’ replied Ruby.

‘That kid’s gonna dislocate his jaw one of these days.’

‘Tell me about it,’ said Ruby.

A crabby lady in the row behind them started making shushing sounds.

‘Welcome to the opening of the Twinford Film Festival – A Date with Thrills !’ said the host Ray Conner, bounding onto the stage.

Applause from the audience.

Ray Conner was a bit of a cheeseball, in Ruby’s opinion.

‘As you all know, tonight’s extravaganza is a fundraiser in aid of this beautiful theatre of ours, the Scarlet Pagoda.’

Pause for more applause. Smiling from the host.

‘The title of this year’s festival is A Date with Thrills , in other words, Thriller Flicks, be they comic, romantic or just plain terrifying. And tonight we are particularly celebrating our wonderful costume designers, all too often unseen.’

More clapping, especially from Red, whose mother was a costume designer, after all.

Smiling and nodding from host.

‘During the next few weeks Twinford movie theatres will be showing some fabulous films from years gone by. The wonderful work of stars such as: Betsy Blume, Leonard Fuller and Crompton Haynes, culminating in a tribute to the wonderful actress, Margo Bardem, who as a young thing worked in this theatre as a hairdresser and whose career began with a romantic thriller that was both shot and later premiered in this very auditorium in 1952, and who subsequently went on to dominate the romantic thriller genre.’

More applause. A tight smile from Betsy Blume.

‘Sadly, Margo Bardem can’t be here tonight. . .’

A groan from the audience.

‘. . . but she will of course be joining us for the film festival finale on Friday 15th!’

Applause.

‘Thank you, thank you,’ said Ray, trying to be heard above the clapping. ‘This, folks, will be a very special occasion, because on that night at this very theatre will be the world premiere of Feel the Fear , a movie that also features the Scarlet Pagoda in some scenes. A movie shot in 1954 but for some reason never shown, so you lucky people will have the chance to be its first audience!’

Wild applause now.

‘Jeepers,’ whispered Elliot, ‘I wish this guy would move it along a little.’

‘Talking of this wonderful actress, one of the highlights of this particular evening will be the fabulous costumes worn by Ms Bardem in the thrillers: The Truth Will Out, The Last Wish, Catch Your Death and of course The Cat that Got the Canary .

Yes, tonight you will all be fortunate enough to see those awe-inspiring outfits worn by Ms Bardem that made those particular pictures such a movie sensation. . .’ He paused for suspense.

‘The feather dress. . .’ Applause.

‘The white fur trim gown. . .’ Applause.

‘And yes, those legendary US size 3s, the Little Yellow Shoes.’ Applause.

‘The list goes on,’ said Ray, who was going on a little too much as far as Ruby was concerned.

‘You will also be dazzled by costumes from films such as Fingers from Outer Space , It’s Behind You and The Claw at the Window .

There was a loud whistling – there were obviously a lot of The Claw at the Window appreciators in the audience.

‘And folks, let’s not forget the other of this evening’s highlights – the raffle!’

More frenzy, Ruby suspected most of it generated by her own mother.

After a bit more build-up, the show finally began. Music started up, Ray Conner thankfully slipped stage right, and a succession of models started strutting across the stage in a variety of outfits, each one more outlandish than the last. Ruby was engrossed – her favourite movies were coming to life.

Red too leaned forward in her seat. ‘Isn’t that the dress from Two’s Company, Three’s a Shroud ?’

‘I believe so,’ said Ruby.

‘It looks like it’s made from actual cobwebs and look at that. . .’ As Red stretched her arm out to point towards another costume classic, she knocked her drink right into her lap.

‘Oh cripes, not again!’ said Red, violently wiping at her dress.

‘If that’s a blue slushy Red, you better go pour water on it,’ said Elliot. ‘That stuff stains, man – talk about radioactive.’

Red had an accident of this nature most hours of the week, and she was well practised at dashing to restrooms or water fountains.

While Red made her way to the bathroom to deal with the slushy, Ruby and Elliot continued to enjoy the show – there was so much more to the outfits than one ever saw when just viewing on a screen. It was fair to say, some of the costumes were a whole lot better than the movies they had appeared in.

Fifteen minutes later, Ruby looked up to see Red making her way back to her seat. By the looks on people’s faces she was stepping on an awful lot of toes. As she got closer, Ruby saw that the blood seemed to have drained from her face, which gave her a strange almost ghostly appearance.

‘What’s up with you?’ Ruby asked, as Red finally sat down beside her. ‘You look like you just ran into the Scorpion Spectre.’

‘Yeah, well maybe I did – I got lost and ended up backstage, and there is something weird back there. It may not be the scorpion but it sure to goodness put the wind up me.’

‘Seriously?’ said Elliot.

‘I tell you, I think this place is haunted, just like they say,’ said Red.

Ruby gave her the once-over. ‘Look, maybe you should ease up on the slushies Red – you know they put a lot of chemicals in those things. I think some of them mighta gone to your head.’

‘I’m not kidding around you guys. I know I tend to walk into a lot of things but this time I swear I tripped over something that wasn’t there – I mean there was something there, nothing I could see, but there was something – I mean, I couldn’t have tripped over nothing, right? And I swear I heard footsteps.’

‘Red, you are always tripping over nothing,’ said Ruby.