Saved cows and calves by making halves of that famous Lambton Worm

[sovay]

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.

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[sovay]

Imagine the gayest-bitchiest handwave in history at the title of this film

*snerk*

It goes for the original novel, too.

"Why?"

Oh, simple: the friends in question insisted when they found out I'd never seen the film (or even heard of it. We did not pay money for it in theaters, I should reassure you; they own it on DVD). Originally we had been slated to play a game called Pandemic, but nobody had the brain.

I was also offered Cannibal Women of the Avocado Jungle of Death (1989), but I think I made the right decision?

Evenings with friends can always be spent at Bostonian Irish Pubs instead. That's better for your synapses in the long run, even if large amounts of alcohol are involved.

No worries on that front: these are the same friends who regularly host Single Malt & Song. I met them through singing chanteys and Kipling, but the first time we ever met up anywhere was at a whisky tasting.

[teenybuffalo.livejournal.com]

OHH you watched it with those two. I see it all now. They would be very helpful in retaining one's sanity and sense of perspective while watching such a film.

[sovay]

They would be very helpful in retaining one's sanity and sense of perspective while watching such a film.

I don't know; I think they might have been testing whether my brain was going to deliquesce from my ears. But at least there were cats.