Kicking a peach pit till I worry it's blue
Generally I appreciate axial tilt, but not always the resemblance between walking out for groceries at four-thirty in the afternoon of a hard-raining November and an all-night convenience store run. The brightest thing that wasn't the headlights was the scarlet maple in the war memorial.
It is incredible to me that I have been laid off for a month and gotten so little done with my theoretically free time. Mostly I seem to spend it the same kind of exhausted and seeing more doctors than anyone else. I keep reminding myself that I was supposed to be on medical leave, not vacation. It does not improve the sensation of a decaying orbit.
Immediately on concluding Lust for a Vampire (1971),
spatch and I dubbed it Tits for Dracula for its plenitude of full-frontal yet curiously unsexy cleavage, as if it were enough just to have the buxom playmates of its Styrian girls' school breasting boobily all over with their tops occasionally falling down even as any of its exploitation potential as a Carmilla retelling is neutralized by the heterosexuality of its titular affair. Major props to Ralph Bates for turning himself into a horrible little gremlin of an occult-obsessed tutor who in one of the film's only original points tries to offer himself to its resurrected Mircalla Karnstein as her Renfield and is pathetically rejected, drained just enough to kill but not even to enthrall him. Major demerits for the post-dubbing of a modern pop ballad over the aforementioned central het scene from which neither of us ever recovered even a push-up of disbelief. Rob swears it was not in revenge that he introduced me to the googly-eyed marionette monster of The Giant Claw (1957).
This obituary of James Watson was like witnessing a murder from beyond the grave and he had it coming.
It is incredible to me that I have been laid off for a month and gotten so little done with my theoretically free time. Mostly I seem to spend it the same kind of exhausted and seeing more doctors than anyone else. I keep reminding myself that I was supposed to be on medical leave, not vacation. It does not improve the sensation of a decaying orbit.
Immediately on concluding Lust for a Vampire (1971),
This obituary of James Watson was like witnessing a murder from beyond the grave and he had it coming.

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I don't really know, but the rest are very iddy and fascinating to me, even when they're bad, but somehow Hammer only hits that on much rarer occasions. And don't worry, I didn't think that, of course (♥) - I am also pretty ill this week, and I didn't want you to think I don't enjoy the more iconic entries too! It was just a specific context to come to the series in, and of course, Lee and Cushing are the most iconic in the roles still here in the UK & I already knew something of how great they both are & how much other people loved Hammer, so my expectations were maybe too high when I went in. As I said, I adjusted and came back to enjoy! But I do get very intrigued therefore by some quite random installments into the canon as a result.
Either you or [personal profile] handful_ofdust has recommended that one to me before, so it's been on my radar. (And seems to be currently on Tubi with a bunch of other Hammer,
I don't think I've recced it as such, because it was definitely one I would need to rewatch - my reaction to the first 5 mins was just, "I don't know if I can cope with Hammer doing a vampire Gary Glitter" but it did get very interesting overall & I'd certainly say it was worth your time. What I did do was write a ficlet for Laurence Payne & Adrienne Corri's characters & I'm pretty sure you were kind enough to read it. (My previous experience of Payne had been in DW, and good, but not in any sense that had led me to expect he might be very pretty and sad in a Hammer, and AC is always very good).
I actually became curious enough about what the hell had happened with Lust for a Vampire that I hunted down the relevant chunks of oral history
I hadn't gone looking for further interviews, but while I don't remember details now from the doc I watched, the bts comments on that one were pretty awful all round, including for the actors forced to do the nudity, so that sounds about right. :/ The 1970s was difficult for those kind of British series - the Carry On films had trouble navigating it, too. (Their equivalent of Lust is Emmannuelle which I have never watched because it does not sound like anything I want or ever need to see) - what was shocking/'naughty' in the 50s and 60s suddenly wasn't, the UK film industry was struggling generally, and there was so much more competition in that line - but trying to match the worst of the rest at their own game is never a plan.
I remember Ralph Bates and I went to see it at the Odeon in Shepherd's Bush or somewhere like that and when they started singing, we both sunk down in our seats, we were so embarrassed. And there was nobody in the cinema anyway! But we were so embarrassed."
Haaa, oh dear. At least I have a ff button. XD
and then [personal profile] spatch turned out to have seen some of it and remembers him being very appealing as a slightly crumpled normal person in a singles club full of absolute weirdos.
My memories of it are vague but very positive, and that does fit what I do recall to an exact T.
No shade if you maxed out on gaslighting! But if it does come around and you try it, I hope you enjoy.
I might have to investigate the Thriller boxsets and find out why I didn't watch the Ralph Bates one, too - or if I have blocked it from my mind, lol.
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Fair!
What I did do was write a ficlet for Laurence Payne & Adrienne Corri's characters & I'm pretty sure you were kind enough to read it.
I did! It probably is what I am remembering as your recommendation, since it made a pretty compelling argument for seeing the film.
the bts comments on that one were pretty awful all round, including for the actors forced to do the nudity, so that sounds about right.
That unfortunately tracks with the other awful behind-the-scenes story I know from the studio around this time, the rape scene in Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed—1969—which traumatized both Peter Cushing and Veronica Carlson and which Terence Fisher didn't want to shoot and which was so sloppily retconned into the script at the insistence of the producers that it has no effect whatsoever on the plot and somewhere there must be a version that cuts it out because seriously.
Haaa, oh dear. At least I have a ff button.
Not having researched the film ahead of time, we had no idea the song was coming and had more of the Sangster/Bates experience. We may have started laughing hysterically.
My memories of it are vague but very positive, and that does fit what I do recall to an exact T.
Aw. Noted for the more distantly television-watching future.
I might have to investigate the Thriller boxsets and find out why I didn't watch the Ralph Bates one, too - or if I have blocked it from my mind, lol.
Godspeed!
(I am sorry you are more ill this week; I hope it improves, or you do.)
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Yes, it's really good (and also does the iddy/fascinating thing to me). I need to re-read it sometime, because I only read it once, when I was writing Yuletide fic for
That amateur quality is absent from most of the adaptations I've seen, the 1977 Count Dracula being a notable exception.
Yes, most of them don't really have the run time for it, I suspect. I'm trying to think of the ones I've seen and it varies a lot, although the epistolary aspect is of course hard to do in visual media anyway. I don't think anyone in the BBC 2006 one knows what's going on, but that's because they merged their Van Helsing with Renfield and shut him in a cupboard till the last 6 minutes. (If you have a David Suchet in your cast, do not do this to him. It is not a plan). But Arthur sort of knows anyway because it's all his fault because he joined a blood cult to cure his syphilis & invited Dracula there in the first place. Honestly, I'm not sure how anyone in that version survived, now that I think about it. The 1968 lot do feel very amateur while struggling to combat it with science & there's not an easily established vampire lore to hand, so that's a bit nearer, but Van Helsing does come with some experience of something, it seems, if only because Dracula is aware of him, but that's a little nod to Hammer, although of course, probably also the 1931. (I was forgetting how much the 1968 draws on the 1931 - it's been a while). The others I've seen are Hammer's Drac, Count Dracula, BSD & the 1931, which I'm pretty sure you've also seen anyway. I sort of got stuck trying to find the rest after that, in my usual cheap DVD fashion, but I must keep an eye out again, because I enjoyed watching all the Dracs a lot.
TV ones are slightly more clueless, probably, though? And Hammer, as you say, just does it own thing for most of the time, indeed.
which was so sloppily retconned into the script at the insistence of the producers that it has no effect whatsoever on the plot and somewhere there must be a version that cuts it out because seriously.
Oh, gosh, you would hope so.
(I am sorry you are more ill this week; I hope it improves, or you do.)
Thank you! I had to have a filling last Thurs, which was good in some ways, but unfortunately anaesthetics and CFS do not play well together, and while it's been getting better these last few days, this is the first day I'm not quite as groggy since.