There were fourteen people in the cinema. Just fourteen.
When I left the lady in the little box office said to me, 'you didn't fall asleep then?'. I wanted to say, 'oh fuck off, love'.
In a sense I find it remarkable that this film was the success that it was. Phantasm is a film that really effectively encapsulates the illogicalities, the erratic narrative, all the peculiarities and the general tone of a nightmare. Indeed, the bright white passageways, the corners and the doorways inside the funeral home, and those fleeting glimpses of cowled figures darting behind headstones in the vast, sunlit cemetery, felt to me like half-remembered…
I watched this tonight with my 7-year-old daughter, Ophelia.
She was too frightened to go to the toilet afterwards in case a cockroach crawled up her bum.
I'll get her to write a review tomorrow morning.
"Review" by Ophelia Rose May:
I did not watch all of it, but I will get to that in a minute. Right it was very fun but there are cockroaches OH NO! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! I Iiked it. The Crate was good. Go away now if…