Thursday, 21 January 2016

--/01/16 The Curse Of The Werewolf (1961)

I loved this film when I first saw it as a kid in thirty something years ago. Watching it as an older, fatter human I still enjoyed it although some of the plot points (Oliver Reed becomes a werewolf because he's an illegitimate child born on Christmas day?) are a big pot of testicles.

Fascinating story time. Years ago I was mates with a fellow who was good chums with Oliver Reed's son. He was really into his custom bikes and suchlike. He was considering using a Rolls Royce as the base for a trike. Apparently Rolls Royce got to hear of this and threatened legal action (can't see how they could, but anyway) as it would besmirch their good name, or some other such fucking poncery you'd associate with the builders of the world's finest cuntwagons.
When Papa Reed heard of this he was apparently very enthusiastic that Jnr. go ahead and build the thing so that he could bring great publicity to the court case and show up Rolls Royce for being pissy spastics.
Who build really expensive cars for wankers.

Well, when I say 'fascinating', what I should've typed is 'A story'.


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