Her bank account number is 129666. Seriously. Oh. I’m watching a 70s horror film.
Sam Elliott still had his moustache back then. I wonder if he’s had it uninterrupted for 39 years. I think he’s a flower arranger.
They’re buying oranges off Art Garfunkel.
“And Roger Daltrey as Clive”.
DP’s name is Dick Bush.
If I stop this film now, with the Kiki Dee soundtrack playing, it’s a lovely San Francisco romantic film with Katherine Ross and Sam Elliott’s moustache.
Apparently in 1970s England, there was no motorcycle theft, but there is tea, according to this chap who like he’d be in Tales of the Unexpected, or an Agatha Christie movie.
I think they had to take down the English Heritage signs to film this.
Sam Elliott’s moustache is bristling with jealous rage.
Having a bad leg is shorthand for being evil.
Helichopper! Must be Roger Daltrey. Must be Roger Daltrey. If I had a helichopper, I’d make the pilots dress as WW1 infantrymen too.
Roger Daltrey wasn’t on the helichopper. Henry Blofeld (not the cricket commentator) was though.
This ‘water too hot in the shower’ scene had more drama and threat than the motorcycle crash.
‘Mr.Mountolive’ is that a Noah’s Ark reference.
Javier Bardem’s dad just called the English ‘a primitive race’. Next time he does that, I’ll club him to death with a rock.
On the office wall, I think he had all the heraldic shields from Kingmaker.
People are acting suspiciously when they say Mr.Mountolive brought them.
They wouldn’t get planning permission for a pool like that in a stately home. I’m not sure the geometry of this house works in any way.
BUSTED! If you get caught by your girlfriend watching a woman in a pool, at least act guilty.
Roger Daltrey is now telling us ‘Who’ everyone is.
This Mountolive fellow has Hockney in his swimming pool.
Medical science in 70s horror films always sounds terrifying.
Blofeld has a Windsor knot. There’s probably some semiology to tie knots.
The police have been called. Stately home. A fortune to be made. Is it going to be Poirot, Miss Marple or the inspector from An Inspector Calls.
Jesus. Is this the late 1970s or the 1920s?
The true horror here is the American driving.
I thought you needed a biro to do a tracheotemy. He’d have survived if Sam Elliott hadn’t stayed here hand.
I can only assume the white cat wandering round is Blofeld’s. Hope he told someone to feed it… “Sometimes you burn the witch and sometimes the witch burns you.”
Is ‘Coral’ the usual pronounciation in the US?
The lesson here is here is, if you break down near a stately home, make sure you find the Kris knife.
Can Sam Elliott use his moustache like a batarang?
They’ve got to find Barbara. In other words… They’re coming to get you Barbara.
I recognise Javier Bardem’s dad from something. Probably Death on the Nile or something.
I remember hearing a barn owl once, on the way home from the pub. Those bastards sound scary.
Seriously, a shotgun at this range against a man in a body warmer?
Backfiring shotgun through skylight into swimming pool.
Sam Elliott is breaking things for the sake of it now. Probably because he’s in this film.
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss (just because Clive died doesn’t mean I can’t make The Who jokes).