Writing my article the other day on ‘When Family Comes to Visit‘ got me thinking. In the article, I used an Addams Family photo as my feature photo which came to haunt me throughout the past couple of days. Pun intended of course.
As long as I can remember, Morticia Addams, portrayed by Carolyn Jones, has infatuated me. I might have even been in love with her, despite being a fictional character on television. What do I know, I was a kid.
Which brought me to the question, just how old was I when that show first aired. Yes, I betray my age my answering this question. The show aired for three seasons between 1964 and 1966. That made me between eight and ten years old.
I couldn’t help but notice Morticia’s svelte figure, plunging neckline, tight waist, and long legs trimmed in that octopus dress that seemed to chase her around the floor. She had the face and mannerisms that drew me in. Despite my tender age, I wanted to be Gomez Addams, going to bed with her each night. In that household, they just as easily could have been sleeping on a bed of nails, but you get the idea.
Yes, as a child, I was in love with Morticia Addams. I may be still.
Just as I loved the entire family, including Gomez, Pugsley (Pubert in the original drawings. Damn the censors of the day.), Wednesday, Grandmama, Uncle Fester, and Cousin It. The butler Lurch, played by Ted Cassidy, groaned his opinion at the slightest comment; delightful. His portrayal accurately captured the spirit of the character penned by Charles Addams. My second favorite character in the series, Thing, fascinates me even now. I have a poor imitation of him that I pull out at various times of the year and let it spontaneously run about the floor, bumping into tables and people. Let’s not forget the host of distant family members that rotated in and out of the show. I can’t think of a single episode that I didn’t like.
Then, there were their behaviors, which ‘normal’ people would think strange. I never did. From Morticia cutting the heads off the roses and displaying the thorny branches, to Gomez playing with his trains in the basement, only to blow them up, simulating a terrorist attack, to Grandmama in the kitchen cooking dinner with strange, seemingly disgusting ingredients, just further peaked my interest.
It all started with books containing the drawings originally penned by Charles Addams. For some unknown reason, my house had several volumes of the drawings, and I devoured them all. Most of his stories within the images never made it into the series or movies, but many were adapted to fit. One such was the family pouring boiling oil from the balcony to the unsuspecting visitors below as they rang the front doorbell. Or, how about the three-legged infant outfit knitted by Morticia. Then, of course, is the play on words with her name. Morticia and mortician. She seemed to relish death as a playground. Afterall, black was her favorite color, and she always wore black.
“Black, it’s all I wear, Darling!” Morticia Addams
Seeing her strapped to the rack and stretched, excited me as a child and still excites me to this day. I wanted to be the one stretching her as she moaned, “More … mon cher.” I get a delightful knot in my gut hearing her whimpering as I turn the wheel another notch.
Maybe that is where my interest in BDSM began. Strapped down on the rack, she is acting as if she is a submissive. In fact, she isn’t. Topping from bottom, she tells Gomez what to do to her; if one can be happy in that predicament. Further, it is evident that she is the dominant in their household. Everyone does what she tells them to do. Her husband, Gomez, is a pussy around her, melting whenever she grants him the slightest pleasure. Speaking French is one of her favorite behaviors to get him to break away from whatever he is doing and come to her, kissing her. Of course, he gives her his full attention, which is exactly what she wants. As I wrote, everyone in that house wants to serve and please her.
She’s a little tease. “Later Gomez, later,” she’d imply. Granting him a private moment away from everyone in their bedroom or dungeon. She would say that whenever he seemed to get carried away with kissing her arm up to the crook of her neck. One can only guess what happens in the bedroom. Just how much French does she speak while cradled in his arms? It’s gotta be hot!
They shot the original series in black and white, which in my mind, added to the mystique of the show. There was no need to show it in color. I wonder what it would have been like had they color film in those days. Would the show have been filmed as they did in the Wizard of Oz? How cool would that be if the Addams’s were in B&W and everything else was in color? An interesting concept. Later, they did colorized the series, but somehow, the color removed some of the mystique of the show.
Anjelica Huston’s portrayal of Morticia in the movies, did justice to the spirit and meaning of the character. Her bright red lips against her pale skin, wearing that black outfit, added to the validity and strength of the character. Anjelica portrayed Morticia as an even stronger, harder woman, capable of overcoming any obstacle.
However, I still fancy Carolyn Jones’s portrayal. She made Morticia a strong woman with a softer, more feminine personality. She captures me till this day … she consumes me. Talk about type casting. For me, I forever see Carolyn Jones as the quintessential Morticia Addams. Well done m’lady.