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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Wiah I did! Like The Shout, The Devils is thisclose to being a sort of lost film. I'd love to have both it and Gothic, even if I had to pick them up on video--they'd go straight on the "gotta have!"" list, along with a copy of Trouble Every Day. Video Watchdog did a pretty amazing spotlight issue on The Devils, though, and I have that--otherwise, I'm working off memories of a screening I saw at some indie circuit festival years and years back.
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Oh, my God, the Harvard Film Archive is showing The Shout two weeks from now. Want to come to Boston?
otherwise, I'm working off memories of a screening I saw at some indie circuit festival years and years back.
It's not even on DVD from the BFI. Man . . .
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