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“Imagine you’re on vacation,” says the anesthesiologist to me at the start of an anodyne, but embarrassingly intimate procedure about which I don’t care to elaborate, “imagine you’re in a place you want to visit, and you’re now there…”. “I’m in Paris,” I think to myself, “and I’m strolling down the Champs-Élysées with Buster Keaton…”
So, in ca...
In his autobiography Charles Chaplin writes how, in his early days at Keystone, he taught himself film technique, learning that: “Because economy of movement is important you don’t want an actor to walk any unnecessary distance ...
Zohra Lampert, who plays the title character in the moody 1971 horror film Let’s Scare Jessica to Death, is not a beauty. She’s tall, thin, a little clunky, and, seen in long shots, walks (and runs) like a gawky colt that hasn’t quite grown into its legs. She’s not your typical Hollywood Heroine. In closeups, though, I found Lampert’s face o...
I do recall, many years ago—around the time the first amoeba tried an experiment in cell division—seeing the actor John Carradine on The Dick Cavett Show, during which Cavett asked his guest: Which of the actor’s (350+) films he wished he hadn’t done? Carradine’s answer, accompanied, if memory serves, by a look of agonized embarrassment:
So, The Living Dead Girl is…really something. A 1982 French horror film, directed by Jean Rollin—an auteur with whom I’m not familiar but who I gather has a huge cult reputation—the film starts innocuously enough, with three men depositing tubs of chemical waste in an aristocratic family’s crypt, then proceeding to rob the well-to-do d...
