From the depths of Hell's ocean...

Jess rolled in around 2am, about as steady on her legs as my income and splashing water everywhere while telling me about her altercation with a cab driver after spending the evening with retrobates: This left me time to catch up with Peter Cushing and the Toten Corps. Not quite as terrifying as I remember and still something of a lost opportunity, but it certainly has its moments. Cushing and John Carradine aside it's mostly about Brooke Adams and that yellow bikini - this is my favourite film of hers after the '78 Invasion of the Body Snatchers. With the current vogue for remaking old horror flicks it's surprising that no one's stumbled on this - maybe it's a good thing. The world doesn't need any more Paris Hilton movies. Any more Paris Hilton anything actually. I still need to find me a pair of those goggles. I saw a pair very similar on eBay, but I was outbid... Speaking of the fatherland - Jess is off to Germany tomorrow. I can't reveal all the details yet, but I guess she'll mention it on her own blog later. She'll be back on Thursday which leaves me another 24 hours to dig out a couple of films that she'd shake her head at if she were here. Anyone wants to come over for pizza and Dario Argento tomorrow night just drop me a line. [Music: Loudness - The Best of Reunion]