So Lloyd’s already got the methylene blue on hand, because it’s also a lab-sample dye. Nice. (Hey, is that a wedding ring? I don’t think he’s meant to be actually married to his nurse though they were clearly in a relationship till Margot came along, so I’m guessing the actor just forgot to take off his own ring and because this had a budget of $29.99 they didn’t reshoot or even likely notice.)
OK I love the cross-cuts between the Margot/Frankie and the Guard/Chaplain conversations so that you never actually hear anything of substance, but the point comes through anyway.
That morgue attendant would love the phrase “die-rect hit.”
Lloyd’s surreptitious use of the stethoscope adds to my handwave that he called Frankie’s death a little early.
The taller, linguistically-minded morgue attendant has clearly taken acting lessons from one Olver Norville Hardy.
Nooo Pete don’t stop for that motorist in distress! Admittedly, you have absolutely no reason to think you’re carrying anything anybody’d want to steal. Oh no wait, he’s in on it (or some of it). Wait are they just going to leave him there? Doesn’t that sort of negate the “getting rid of a loose end” advantage of killing him? Also, trying to figure out if the mustachioed guy who offed him was the creep from the bar earlier.
Good soundtrack for the revival scene, and look at Margot expertly strapping Frankie down and attaching the electrodes. Just what the hell is the part of here backstory that fits between a little mill-town in the north of England and the post-war here-and-now?
*Watching a just-revived Frankie paw at the window-blind pull* Somebody remembered Karloff as the Creature, trying to grasp the sun.
Actually that can’t-believe-I’m-alive acting is convincing enough I find it slightly painful to watch.
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So Lloyd’s already got the methylene blue on hand, because it’s also a lab-sample dye. Nice. (Hey, is that a wedding ring? I don’t think he’s meant to be actually married to his nurse though they were clearly in a relationship till Margot came along, so I’m guessing the actor just forgot to take off his own ring and because this had a budget of $29.99 they didn’t reshoot or even likely notice.)
OK I love the cross-cuts between the Margot/Frankie and the Guard/Chaplain conversations so that you never actually hear anything of substance, but the point comes through anyway.
That morgue attendant would love the phrase “die-rect hit.”
Lloyd’s surreptitious use of the stethoscope adds to my handwave that he called Frankie’s death a little early.
The taller, linguistically-minded morgue attendant has clearly taken acting lessons from one Olver Norville Hardy.
Nooo Pete don’t stop for that motorist in distress! Admittedly, you have absolutely no reason to think you’re carrying anything anybody’d want to steal. Oh no wait, he’s in on it (or some of it). Wait are they just going to leave him there? Doesn’t that sort of negate the “getting rid of a loose end” advantage of killing him? Also, trying to figure out if the mustachioed guy who offed him was the creep from the bar earlier.
Good soundtrack for the revival scene, and look at Margot expertly strapping Frankie down and attaching the electrodes. Just what the hell is the part of here backstory that fits between a little mill-town in the north of England and the post-war here-and-now?
*Watching a just-revived Frankie paw at the window-blind pull* Somebody remembered Karloff as the Creature, trying to grasp the sun.
Actually that can’t-believe-I’m-alive acting is convincing enough I find it slightly painful to watch.