Have you noticed how often horror protagonists try to get rid of curses by spreading them indiscriminately to unaware people? 

This factor is not new (think Ringu), but it seems to get more frequent at the end of last decade (even before the pandemic started); I can’t help but think this was a sign of our innate selfishness bubbling up. We should have been prepared for what was to come.

In this strange week, for a series of reasons, I couldn’t get to watch films from the beginning to the end in one sitting.

This means I only saw a couple of movies, and the interruptions may have affected my enjoyment. Or maybe they made my experience less frustrating than if I had watched them continuously.

Not something you hear every day, but that’s what an elderly lady told me yesterday afternoon while I was walking down the street: “I’m so obsessed with bicycles that I thought you were a bike swerving around to hit me”.

Once again this weekly roundup comes quite late. To avoid further delay, let’s go straight to the films.

When you’re one of the few working in the central weeks of August, and you’re struggling to keep up with all the requests and urgent demands coming from all directions, and you know your colleagues will claim - when they’re back from holidays - that you’re so lucky because August is such a quiet period in the office, then you’re very happy that horror films exist, because in the evenings at least you can relax and be thankful that at least there aren’t real demons, werewolves or killer clowns chasing you.
Unfortunately, tomorrow, you’ll still have to answer the phone.

It seems that Netflix finally found out that cinema didn’t begin in the eighties, and in addition to the French films from the seventies I noticed a few weeks ago, now there are number of British horrors from that period as well. Get ready for some Christopher Lee!