Showing posts with label Lobby Cards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lobby Cards. Show all posts
Sunday, 12 March 2017
The Last Wave - Lobby Cards (1978)
Another odd film from childhood, discovered on late night TV. There were a lot of good Australian films around at that time that made quite an impression.
Steve
Saturday, 5 November 2016
Wednesday, 7 September 2016
Straw Dogs (1971) - Lobby Cards
Thursday, 1 September 2016
Zardoz (1974) Lobby Cards
Wednesday, 17 August 2016
Unman, Wittering and Zigo - Lobby Cards (1971)
Unman, Wittering and Zigo is a 1971 British thriller about a new teacher who arrives at a school and begins to suspect his predecessor was murdered by the pupils, though his suspicions are written off as paranoia. He sets out to prove his theory and prevent the same fate from befalling himself
Directed by John Mackenzie and starring David Hemmings. It was adapted by Simon Raven from Giles Cooper's 1950s radio drama
I have an idea we read the script book at school which, given the subject matter, was something of an inspired choice by our English Teacher; Mr Eaton. I really couldn't say if I had seen the film before or after but it stayed with me and is long overdue for a revisit.
Best film Title ever?
Steve
Wednesday, 13 July 2016
Rollerball - Lobby Cards (1975)
Sunday, 3 July 2016
Mr Forbush and the Penguins - Lobby Cards (1971)
Now if my memories are correct then this film was one shown during the six weeks summer holidays, either that or on a Saturday morning. While the details were lost, or probably never fully absorbed, I did recall it was John Hurt, going slowly bonkers while observing penguins. The desolate landscape stayed with me, as did its effects upon our Mr Forbush. As a kid I found these two aspects deeply fascinating and became drawn to them in other films such as Walkabout and Sands of the Kalahari.
Having watched Mr Forbush and the Penguins again today, for the first time in decades, I have to say that the film has lost none of its appeal (or I haven't changed all that much!) and I remained as transfixed by Hurt's performance and the Antarctic location as I ever was. Interestingly, the first half an hour of the film, which is set in London prior to the expedition, had not been stored away in the old memory banks at all and seemed amusingly adult in its revelations that Forbush only embarks upon the six month trek down south after Hayley Mills knocks back his persistent attempts to; get his leg over! -to use the vernacular of the day.
Being a man of a certain age, one might understand the need to go to some very extreme lengths in order to win such favours were it not for the fact that Forbush has bedded and walked away from the delightfully lovely Sally Geeson almost before the opening credits have rolled.
Steve
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