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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[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Interesting. I heard years ago (so far back that it was probably on Usenet) that there was speculation an early incarnation of Oysterband had been the group that sang the song about the Lambton Worm in the pub scene. One night of my junior year when I was at UCC it was being shown as the late night movie on RTÉ. I was exhausted, but I stayed up long enough to see that bit before going to bed.

I probably don't need to be lacking any more synapses than already I'm lacking, so maybe it's just as well.