No, not those gentlemen.
These Gentlemen:
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Haha i know. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to reference that movie.
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I was sure you knew, but I had to let you know anyway.
Folk horror.
Hammer Films should take a whack at this.
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Are we thinking of getting some of that ‘free love’ action?
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Paging Warren Ellis to guide us through this dark, delightful time.
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Yes, but I’d say The World’s End is more so. Think along the lines of The Midwich Cuckoos.
I used to go on holiday near there. I didn’t really appreciate it in my teens, but the village/town of Kirkcudbright is a nice place, definitely preferable to the nearby towns of Castle Douglas and Newton Stewart.
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I was hoping for a discussion about the Triffids …
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Dubious verbiage makes me uncomfortable.
Read it in a Whicker voice.
“The pagan rite we are witnessing is the film itself.”
Paging Mr. Grant Morrison…Mr.Grant Morrison, you have a call on the white courtesy fount…
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It’s interesting because I saw a resurgence in interest in '70s folk horror start to bubble up in the '90s - various bands doing covers of Wicker Man songs, for example. It’s very much picked up speed in the 201Xs - Hauntology, some Witch House music, a resurgence in interest in Nigel Kneale and the Scarfolk website being manifestations of that, along with the more explicit references in television, movies, comics. I can see how the political inward-looking spirit of Britain right now - and very specifically the act of Brexit - allows the full flowering. Brexit is sort of a time machine trying to take the UK back to the '70s in a rather sinister way. If the British folk horror thing wasn’t already coming back, that would have done it all on its own.
Sure, it’s a nice, cozy pagan ritual now, but then the horror begins…
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I’ll take the risk…
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The height of British folk horror:
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hmm, I guess that means they let the bees loose again.
No, not those gentlemen. These Gentlemen:
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"Sex is at the heart of this debate…
Odd. I was given to understand that British people don’t have sex.
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It’s sex, but not as we know it.
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Brings Spinal Tap to mind, actually.
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I have this on VHS, lol…or I used to. I originally saw it on “The Ghoul”, which was metro-Detroit’s late-night-camp-horror program back in the 1970s, and for a bit, in the 1980s.
When the one guy kills himself by running into a lorry, The Ghoul groaned, “Ohhh, I ripped my jeans!” And his mascot was named Froggy (spoiler alert), so the toad under glass got called “Froggy”, of course.
I hope you riffed on it when you watched it!
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