No relation to the Karloff film, The Ghoul from 1933, which we posted previously–this 1975 British horror film, pointed out to us by resident Cushingologist, Rox, stars Peter Cushing as a doctor living out on his estate with a terrible secret in his attic. I’m not sure what it is about attics in Britain, but very seldom does anything good come out of them. It’s a generalization, yes, but a fairly accurate one. Anyway. When racing out in the countryside, a couple wrecks their car and winds up taking refuge with Cushing and his gardener, played by John Hurt. It was directed by Freddie Francis (cinematographer for The Elephant Man and tons of other films) and scribed by Anthony Hinds (who wrote tons of horror flicks of the sort we love here at 32 Days, under his pseudonym of John Elder). Enjoy.
The BBC does lots of things really well. In fact, I think the main reason BBC America doesn’t conduct itself better in the U.S. is because it’s paid off by the other networks. Let’s face it: after you’ve seen good British television, it’s hard to go back to standard American fare. However, one of the places where the BBC really kicks ass is in its nature documentaries. All you need to do to see the difference between the level of quality is watch something like Planet Earth or Blue Planet and then flip over to the National Geographic channel. The nature narrators here in the U.S., for the most part, sound like they’re talking to six year olds. This is nowhere more evident than in the U.S. vs. Brit versions of the series Life. Hold up Oprah Winfrey, who was chosen just for the name recognition and for sales (and as we’ve discussed on this site elsewhere, nobody can really blame the BBC for doing that)–against David Attenborough, who when narrating just about anything you can tell he has Been There and Done That.
Written by: The Wachowski brothers, based on the graphic novel by Alan Moore and David Lloyd
Directed by: James McTeigue
Starring: Natalie Portman, Hugo Weaving, Stephen Rea, John Hurt, Tim Pigott-Smith, and Rupert Graves
Review: I, like most people, thought this was going to be an insipid piece of trash. But I was delightfully surprised. The film presents a good combination of political ideaology, and mass explosions set to Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture. BOOM! Haha–ahem… Anyway, Hugo Weaving rocks yet again. That is all.
Time: 16 seconds.