Saturday, 5 October 2013


Nobody could give a hard stare like Oliver Reed. When he looks at you, you know you've been looked at, and you also know that he is not impressed by what he sees and is now planning to fuck you up in some way just for getting in his line of vision

In Curse Of The Werewolf (1961) he plays a Spaniard whose birth was the result of a hairy, feral maniac raping a busty, mute serving wench in a dungeon. Apparently, science and the relentless logic of Hammer concur that this particular formula = WEREWOLF, something most people simply aren't aware of but, as you can see from the last shot, is absolutely correct. 

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