It is time to keep your appointment with the Wicker Man

[sovay]

I just learned that Christopher Lee has died.

The jackhammers came back this morning; I am desperately tired.

I wish I had a copy of Hammer's Dracula (1958). Or the 99-minute cut of The Wicker Man (1973).

[edit] Wait, what the hell, Ron Moody also died? What am I supposed to do now, double-feature the British occult with The Twelve Chairs (1970)? Why do I always think he had something to do with Carol Reed's A Kid for Two Farthings (1955) when he didn't? Dammit, I only ever saw him in two movies and I miss him. I cannot recommend having the soundtracks to The Wicker Man and Oliver! running in your head simultaneously.

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[sovay]

I'd have thought it would be difficult for someone six foot five to be a spy, but apparently Christopher Lee managed.

Yes! I associated him with the SOE, although the obituaries are telling me RAF Intelligence. And famously once corrected Peter Jackson, from experience, on the sound a person makes when unexpectedly stabbed in the back.

I was just thinking what a great premise that would be for a novel, or possibly a series of novels -- someone trying to track him down long after the war and saying, wait, he's an actor now? he's playing Dracula? WTF?

Please let me know if you write this novel; it sounds wonderful and I would read it.

[ethelmay.livejournal.com]

I think ideally the spy would not actually have been briefed on what Lee was like, and was judging him by his very ordinary first and last names, figuring he was likely to be a smallish, insignificant-looking fellow. Little Mr. Lee. And then the jack pops out of the box coffin...

[sovay]

judging him by his very ordinary first and last names, figuring he was likely to be a smallish, insignificant-looking fellow. Little Mr. Lee. And then the jack pops out of the box coffin...

JUST WRITE THIS ALREADY.