In and Out

The Weekly drill: a review (third down) of the J. Dench-M. Smith showdown Ladies in Lavender and a naggingly paltry Rep. The season explodes next week, perhaps literally: I'm breathlessly awaiting my screener of Cocksucker Blues.

Also, a quick shout-out to the completely unexpected appearance of the Vincent Price programmer Witchfinder General in Manhattan. Rentable stateside under the title The Conqueror Worm, it's thoroughly Hammer, with nasty bloodletting and topless girls inexplicably lounging about in inns. Hell, it even cracked the "Almost" section of my '68 list. But Hoberman posits a better reason why it might have been let out of the vaults. How do neocons even go to the movies these days without wretching?