In My Arms

It's such a common image and cliche in movie poster art, particularly in those older posters that pushed a pulpier brand of cinema, that it has become practically invisible (or, more properly,unnoticiable, at least to my dim eye). But not just in the movie posters, but in the films themselves; also, comics and pulp magazines. What horror film before 1960 didn't have its monster carry, in outstretched arms, a screaming or unconscious ingenue? It's so common, it's laughable. The image also carries a certain erotic frisson, of course: the bare outstretched leg, the arched back, the jutting bosom, the exposed throat. And from there it turns into fetish; and what is fetishism but a peculiar kind of obsessiveness. And the true obsessive always builds a webpage about his or her obsession (in this day and age). And here we have In My Arms, which catalogues every sort of image of a woman carried by either man, monster or beast. Enjoy, if you want.