Separated at Mirth
The other night, I watched Frederic March in a shockingly believable version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931). Not just a horror film, it was a vivid view into the psyche of a man starved for, well, intimacy with his fiancée in Victorian times. In other words, he’s horny as a bull on a sunny day.
As I watched March’s agonizing transformation from Jekyll to Hyde, I had a nagging déjà vu. The Hyde character (above) reminded me of someone else. The hair, the teeth, the eyes–where had I seen them before? And then it dawned on me (see below). These two, Hyde and Lewis, were clearly separated at birth.
Do you have any friends, acquaintances, or significant others who inwardly or outwardly resemble Mr. Hyde?