Hello to Jason Isaacs.
Terrific performances across the board in this wonderful proto-Wicker Man. David Niven does a wonderful job playing against type as a wealthy modern sophisticate who is called back to his family village to perform his role in a blood sacrifice. Sharon Tate is giving full Barbara Steele witch-energy and she's nailing it. And when Donald Pleasance pops up playing a creepy role the type of which he'll end up playing for the next 40 years, you know you're in for a treat.
I fucking LOVE this film. It's my ultimate comfort film.
There's a bit, a plot point, where Mary McDonnell was pretending to be hooked up with Stephen Tobolowsky on a computer date to get his office access card and his voice print and stuff and she gets stung. Except they make it look like she's not stung. And then, being a pro grifter, she goes "This is the last computer date I go on" and Ben Kingsley mafia-hacker goes…
The Price of Desire was the opening film of this year's Dublin International Film Festival. And it took every ounce of my strength not to walk out of this 'gala event'. I haven't been so angry at a film in a long time. I was actually sitting in the cinema, shaking with anger with how badly put-together the film was.
The director came out to introduce the film and she seemed less focused on talking about the film and more…