The Phantom of the Opera is an all time favorite of mine. Whenever the show is on tour around here, I do my best to see it. I have the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical cd, that blares in my car as obnoxiously as a teen listening to their music. I have seen the 1925 silent film (presented at a beautiful theater complete with an organist who rises from below the stage like magic) and the Lon Chaney version as well. (I posted this earlier without giving credit as well to the more recent film that included a home town boy Patrick Wilson as Raoul!)

So much can be said about the subconscious mind and the labyrinth where the Phantom lives. The fear of being discovered, the fear of the unknown all represented here. I could go on and on about Freudian mother/father, life/death issues and the politics of the period that Gaston Leroux wrote the original novel.

But alas, this is Friday and I just want to entertain you. So enjoy these moments of fear!