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A semi-demi cheat…


Another welcome improvement in the world of silent cinema is Grapevine Video’s release of the original version of Charles J. Brabin’s The Raven, which runs some 15 minutes longer than previously available prints.

While the film has not been restored, and still exhibits considerable dirt and damage, it is of a better visual quality than the shorter cut, and allows a fairer assessment of Brabin’s experimentation with visual effects.

Consequently, I have somewhat revised my review of The Raven, and given the screenshots a thorough overhaul. (I should mention that this print looks better in motion than is evident via the screenshots, which tend to over-emphasise the print’s flaws.)





THE RAVEN (1915)

…in which some drunk writes a poem about a bird…




I have also added a belated update to Et Al., featuring thrillers and melodramas across the decades, a couple of pepla, some sex and violence, a bunch of Lifetime movies and more decade-old horror.





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Only a semi-cheat…

To mark the film’s 100th birthday, the Munich Film Museum undertook a restoration of the 1913 version of The Student Of Prague. For those of us who only knew the film in its poor quality, cut-to-pieces, black-and-white incarnation, the results were a revelation.

Consequently, I have somewhat revised my original review, and given the screenshots a complete makeover.






…in which an unfortunate young man really is his own worst enemy…




I have also transferred over:

Trilby (1915)
Rapsodia Satanica (1917)






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I want my mummy!


So I did something about it.



…is notable chiefly for the contempt it displays for the franchise which contains it. That said, it’s probably the only chance you’ll ever have to see a 3,000-year-old, undead Egyptian princess using a microscope.

I have also copied over:
The Mummy’s Hand (1940)
The Mummy’s Tomb (1942)
The Mummy’s Ghost (1944)

…and as a consequence, I am currently suffering a strange medical condition I call “bandage-blindness”.

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Why, yes: I have gone completely out of my mind


Thank you for asking.



I noticed the other day – rather to my consternation – that it has been a decade since I drew a line under my viewing of the original ten Friday The 13th movies. This detail coincided with a weird itch I’ve had lately to revisit the franchise, so that I was able to interpret it as A Sign.

Here’s the thing, though: I approached the F13 films the first time as a slasher movie neophyte, so that I was reacting to them cold, and my reviews, as a set, constitute a record of my journey through them, and the progressive thickening of my skin—or, as Zack Handlen put it at the time, “your horrified dismay slowly blossom{ing} into somewhat affectionate contempt”—and I don’t want to lose that aspect of them.

So here’s the plan: I do intend to revisit and revise the first one from a more knowledgeable perspective, as over time I’ve come to consider it a bit smarter than I was prepared to concede (or, perhaps, recognised) the first time; albeit still dumb as a box of hammers in the broader sense; but beyond that, I won’t be revising the other reviews too much, merely tweaking and tidying them up as they need it.

The other aspect of this trip down memory lane is that it gives me an excuse to embark on something I’ve had in mind for ages, namely, Rating The Final Girls (or Boys, or Couples). I know that for some (most?) people, slasher movies are all about their kill scenes, but for me, they stand or fall on their Final Girl sequences. I came out of my first F13 journey considering Amy Steel’s Ginny Fields the best Final Girl of all*, and I’ve seen nothing over the past decade that has made me change my mind about that. Thus, I’ll be ranking our Final Girls on The Ginny Scale, according to their endurance, ingenuity, willingness to get their hands dirty, and bad habits like putting their weapons down.

(*Please feel free to debate the point! – or to make recommendations…)

Of course not all slasher movies go along with the Final Whatever convention; and conversely, sometimes you find a proper Final Girl in a film that’s not really a slasher movie. Neither of these deviations will rule a film in or out of overall consideration.

And while in the first instance this project will simply address existing Final Girls, I hope that this will motivate me to tackle more of the slasher films I’ve accumulated but not watched. In that respect, I’m sure you won’t be surprised to hear that one of the things that has held me up is trying to pick a starting point…nor that *my* starting point isn’t what the dogma dictates. However, for the sake of the last remnants of my sanity, I won’t be going any further back in time than the beginning of the 70s.

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A little more WTF-ery



As an addendum to the Roundtable, I have copied over the, uh, idiosyncratic 1925 version of WIZARD OF OZ.

Remarkably, the scene in which Larry Semon is left with egg on his face seems not to have been intended ironically.





(I have also copied over HIS MAJESTY, THE SCARECROW OF OZ, which should not be construed as a criticism: while occasionally odd, it is not remotely in the same ballpark.)




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But first, some catch-ups

I haven’t done an ‘update’ post here for a while, about the stuff I’ve been transferring over to the blog; so I thought I’d take care of that before getting stuck into the new Roundtable:


I have now transferred and tidied up:

The Flying Saucer (1950)
Revolt Of The Zombies (1936)
The Last Warning (1929)
The Magic Cloak Of Oz (1914)
The Patchwork Girl Of Oz (1914)
The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz (1910)

I have also added two new Et Al. posts: April17, in which the journey through 2007 continues, plus there’s a bunch of random stuff that came out of the tape-box; and Aug17, in which 2007 is finally wrapped up, while I also reveal a shameful growing addiction to the Midday Movie…

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B&W Boris

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I have transferred over:

(And there’s a bit more on The Walking Dead in Spinning Newspaper Injures Printer.)


I have also posted a very belated update to Et Al.



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Ventriloquism 101



A personalised banner!? I feel so spoilt




…in which small-town America must be taught once again that vigilante justice is generally not a good idea…

A lesser entry in the ventriloquist’s dummy sub-genre, Dead Silence at least makes up in quantity what it lacks in quality.


[NB: Probably NSFW—some grue.]


We also take another look at the roots of this particular sub-genre, with The Great Gabbo (1929).


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The Rev is SUCH a know-it-all…


You know, I used to wish for a man who could understand me; but now that I have one, it’s actually a little creepy…





A prequel which contradicts pretty much everything we’ve been told so far about Andre Toulon and his puppets.

But hey! – Nazis vs Killer Puppets!


I have also revised and added screenshots to Puppet Master (1989), and transferred over Puppet Master II (1991).

And because I roundly criticised the latter with reference to The Mummy (1932), I’ve transferred that over, too.


[NB: The Puppet Master films are probably NSFW: there’s quite a lot of blood and a bit of almost-nudity.]



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Close, but no cigar

Well! I really hoped to have a new review done by now, but circumstances (and technology) intervened.

But I do have a Resurrected Review for you! And of a really old review, so that’s kind of like a new review, right??




…in which combining parenthood with a career is even trickier than usual…


[Warning: NSFW – a little nudity, quite a lot of bloodshed]




In fact, I’ve been feeling very Japanese lately: I have also transferred over—

What else? Oh, yeah, a couple more silent films—


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