Saved cows and calves by making halves of that famous Lambton Worm
Oh, my God, The Lair of the White Worm (1988) is not a good movie. I mean, nunsploitation with terrible bluescreen effects. Plot exposition plus Freudian crosswords. Peter Capaldi with a mongoose apparently stashed in his sporran. (All together now: or are you just happy to see me . . .) I imagine the anachronistic slander of the Emperor Carausius does not even rank among the problems most viewers have with this film, but what do you want from me? I read The Silver Branch (1957) in high school.
It was, nonetheless, a remarkably entertaining way to spend an evening with two friends who do not have livejournals, even if I may never get those synapses back. Next time, I insist on watching a movie with actual, you know, continuity. And better values of human sacrifice.
It was, nonetheless, a remarkably entertaining way to spend an evening with two friends who do not have livejournals, even if I may never get those synapses back. Next time, I insist on watching a movie with actual, you know, continuity. And better values of human sacrifice.
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I think, although I cannot be certain (I've never seen any of the director's other films), that The Lair of the White Worm was intended to be a sendup-homage of its genre like The Fearless Vampire Killers (1967) or Shaun of the Dead (2004). Very occasionally, it pulled this balance off, as in the stupendously dumb/awesome scene in the finale in which a kilt-wearing archaeologist charms a hissing, snake-vampirized policeman by playing Roud #2337 on the bagpipes. This is Peter Capaldi with the aforementioned sporran of holding and an expression of resolute and terrified determination; it was awesome. The problem is that the overwhelming remainder of the film is neither clever enough to be tongue-in-cheek nor committed enough to function as real erotic horror, which I think is the genre in question; it's stilted, logic-gapped, either painfully blatant or incomprehensibly WTF, and giant chunks of plot exposition keep falling out of the dialogue and giving the audience a concussion. Also the entendres aren't even attempting to be double; it's like Carry On Hammer. I don't hate myself for having watched it, but I'm not sure how often I'll repeat the experience.