AP Photo/John Locher Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump listens to Democratic presidential nominee Hillary Clinton during the second presidential debate at Washington University in St. Louis, Sunday, October 9, 2016. T his October, Turner Classic Movies—the only television station I watch with some frequency—is devoting its Sunday evenings to old Frankenstein films. When last night’s Clinton-Trump debate was done, I switched to TCM, which was in the last half hour of The House of Frankenstein , and suddenly, a question lurking in the back of my mind as I’d watched the debate— who does Donald Trump remind me of? —found its answer. Because, let’s face it: Trump is looking progressively weirder as the campaign drags on. Up until now, his affect has been more Mussolini than anyone else: upraised chin (so as to obscure any senior sag), sneering mouth, increasingly rigid facial and body motion. But last night, as he stalked around the stage, his face a scowling rectangle, his hair...