Anne Hathaway Catwoman

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Well firstly it's probably time to wipe off your damn face. Jeez. Doesn't that possessed-by-demons house have any Baby Wipes laying around? Rip out a page of the damn Necronomicon if you have to then. God. Just clean yourself!

Secondly, it's time to head over to The Film Experience and read this week's "Team Experience," wherein Nat rounds up his TFE contributors, my humble self included, and gets our takes on a couple of topics pertinent to the time. And good clean fun was had by all, the end.

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Terrible movies don't live up to their hype as often as you'd hope. And even when they are quite terrible enough thank you, for every delightfully horrible Troll 2 there's a bash-your-skull-against-the-wall boring Birdemic. Dario Argento's Giallo is every ounce as awful as I'd heard, but it willfully denies you the camp factor too. Actually that's narrow-minded of me - it denies you everything. Like attractive people (it makes Adrien Brody and Emmanuelle Seigner look monstrous) in shots you like looking at, or a story that's even trying to make sense, or the feeling as if someone was paying attention to what was going on at some point, whether while putting the movie together or while filming it or afterward when all that footage is sitting there asking to be put together into a thing called a movie. None of these things are anywhere to be found. Indeed it seems so purposefully void of anything worth looking at it seems diabolical, as if it were a dare. Let's all hope that nobody ever double dares Dario Argento then.

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