In ancient Egyptian mythology, a dead person's soul would be weighed against the feather of truth in a ritual called a psychostasy. If their soul was lighter than the feather, it would ascend into the afterlife. Heavy souls were devoured by Maat, eater of the dead. Good films go to hard drive heaven while the recycle bin eats the rest.
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Sunday, April 3, 2011
The House That Dripped Blood (1970)
A horror directed by Peter Duffell.
An inspector is called after the latest tenant of a hounted house dies. He is told 4 stories about people who lived in the house before visiting it himself.
Early '70s British horror is nothing to get excited over. It was a little bland and uninteresting. Something that caught my eye was the woman in the last story. When she is drinking champagne with the actor, the string of pearls that she is wearing disappears into her cleavage. I'm sure it was intentional because she turns out to be a vampire and everyone knows that female vampires have great breasts. Otherwise, this is nothing special. I'm rating it o.k.
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