Jamie
@vanjpes.bsky.social
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Tired enthusiast. I write weird things. Mostly here to post about old television shows, films, comedy, books, and horror. Rambles and tangents on culture here: https://arowofopengraves.co.uk/
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'You, uh, you... don't *believe* in that sort of stuff, do you?'
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Ha ha yeah, when are you going to do some *real* writing, Rory?
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How I respond when people ask me why I write horror and not 'proper' literature
Intertitle reads "Anybody can write the stuff this critic means. Mine is the work of genius---real blood curdling situations---plot and counterplot---hair raisers!"
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Imagine a 1970s Alan Partridge on a mind bending trip through long lost London, so breakneck & fragmentary, full of incredible characters & handbrake turns that it feels like a dream where the cast & context keeps mutating & it still won’t be as wild as the actuality of this
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1975: BERNARD FALK's Tour of HIDDEN LONDON | Nationwide | Weird and Wonderful | BBC Archive
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Was also telling how uncomfortable some people got when (in previous roles) people using services used - their own choice - archaic or out of favour terms to describe themselves. But, that's easier than wrestling with the dissonance of trying to do good in ever-shifting, unsupported infrastructures.
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Perhaps tangential, but the field I work in often wraps itself up in knots over 'acceptable language' to the extent it feels like another self-made trap we've walked into, like endless meetings, where an illusion of progress masks no *actual*, tangible benefit for those systems are meant to support
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New Puffin Post acquisition. What can I say, I am powerless before the incredible art of Jill McDonald.
I have a personal Puffin pusher and everything now, one who knows my proclivities, my weaknesses, my unappeasable appetite for 20th century illustration
Cover of a 1968 puffin post magazines with two carton puffins in wizard robes and hats patterned with stars, on the left red, on the right bright blue, standing over a cauldron filled with bubbling yellow and orange liquid over a fierce burning fire emitting grey curls of smoke from which are emerging sparkly clouds filled with cartoonish characters - the three little pigs, a witch, a lion, a dog, a puffin and some musical instruments with faces.
To the top right, puffin post is written in curly black letters inside a zig zag shape in pink
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A great police show that challenged and shocked.
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R.I.P John Woodvine. Seen here in New Scotland Yard - Point of Impact (22nd April 1972).
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Also, don't fuck with Hop-Toad, it's the *last* decision you'll ever make
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And this tale of rich scumbags and their boot-licking acolytes ignoring the world while it burns to feed their own greed and worst urges... I dunno, something feels very current about it all. I wonder why.
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Corman and cinematographer Nicolas Roeg bathe startling images in beautiful colour. The script, by Charles Beaumont and R. Wright Campbell, is ambitious and uncompromising. Pacing occasionally flags, but this study of the banality, cowardice and hubris of evil is nevertheless one of Corman's best.
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The Masque of the Red Death (1964, dir. Roger Corman) gives us, among many other delights, one of Vincent Price's great performances. As the red death kills off entire villages, the wicked Prospero and his dreadful guests party. A genuine sense of malevolent evil pervades. Gorgeous, still shocking.
Title card for The Masque of the Red Death Juliana, a woman in a dark wine coloured dress, stands speaking in a deserted banquet hall. In front of her, a double sided axe swings like a pendulum Prince Prospero, dressed in a dark, hooded cloak with a gold headband, stands in front of Francesca, a red haired young woman in a dress, wearing a necklace and with a veil across her face. They are both looking ahead intently at something offscreen. Against a black backdrop illuminated only by a bright spot of red, stands a figure in a bright red hooded cloak and mask
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Nancy Barrett #BOTD in HOUSE OF DARK SHADOWS (1970).

She played 10 different characters in the #DarkShadows universe — but her role in Dan Curtis' MGM feature film version of the TV series remains the most unforgettably nightmare-inducing. #FilmSky
Nancy Barrett as the vampire Carolyn in HOUSE OF DARK SHADOWS (1970).
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It was a pleasure, Al :)
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Mary Philbin catches shit sometimes for her performance in this but really, it's fine, even encouraged by some of the *ripe* acting going on around her - Chaney included. But both Philbin and Chaney manage moments (gestures, expressions) of exhausted grace and sympathy in amongst all of extravagance
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Quite something on the big screen, especially the extended final chase and the brutal conclusion. Shared that experience with @afizgig.bsky.social today, a delightful human being :)
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The Phantom of the Opera (1925, dir. Rupert Julian) overcomes its messy genesis, production and haphazard opening 45 minutes to - from the point Erik is unmasked - become a delirious, wild and overblown (not least the performances) horror classic, full of striking, thrilling imagery and energy.
Lon Chaney as the phantom revealed. He wears a suit, an organ can be seen behind him. The phantom's hands are raised in claws, his face disfigured and distorted. The phantom in his red cloak and skull mask, seen from wide shot above, at the bottom of stairs. Either side of him, masquerade revellers stand watching in fear and fascination. The phantom, in his suit, wading into water holding a breathing pipe he is about to use to swim under the water with Small stone statue type things of a scorpion and a grasshopper resting on an ornate platform illuminated from below
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A special BOTD treat showing
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Sherlock Jr (1924, dir. Buster Keaton) finds a film projectionist/would-be detective framed for a theft and dreaming of a world in which he is the brilliant titular Jr. The first half's charming comic mishaps give way to a chase stacked with wild stunts. Funny, thrilling, and hugely entertaining.
Sherlock Jr title card Buster Keaton, sitting in a cinema theatre chair, reads intently from a book called HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE Keaton again, in the cinema's projection room. He is sat between two projectors,,leaning against one, his hand against his head, asleep A motorcycle rider sits in a wide puddle the width of a street. On either side of the street up ahead we can see cars by the side of the road. The rider is holding up his arm to wave at his bike speeding away, carrying Keaton on its handle bars, now with nobody steering it.
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It has come to my attention that we are in the season of all that crawls and creeps and haunts and so I have an excuse to gently boost my wares. First up, Phengaris. Bugs and grief galore. Also check out the glorious autumnal shades on that cover.

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Phengaris
There's something very wrong in Thurstrop Wood.Mark Warner never noticed it before. He's there to get away from his life, his ailing mother. Out of his head. Not to think about anything.Birds sing in ...
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Keaton and Emerson were innovators, both