I wasn't sure if the giggles or the yawns would win out watching Hammer's The Gorgon, a 1964 quick-off-the-assembly-line horror (and I do mean Horror).
Sumptuous production values can't save this mess. It never quite makes sense, as Paul and Professor Burger Meister try to figure out the love triangle between Carla, Peter Cushing's character, and, well, I don't really care. I guess the yawns will win this one.
What bugged me--or snaked me--about The Gorgon is that Hammergirl Barbara Shelley is just right around thirty, and she looks forty-five. Were they trying to age her, or was her bio telling a little white snake-lie?
That's really all I got out of this Gothic groaner. Oh, and the movie gets off to a very interesting start, with interesting people and a nice, soapy conflict. Then, the interesting folks are dead, and the dull ones show up and you start yawning.
Just like reading this review.
Sumptuous production values can't save this mess. It never quite makes sense, as Paul and Professor Burger Meister try to figure out the love triangle between Carla, Peter Cushing's character, and, well, I don't really care. I guess the yawns will win this one.
What bugged me--or snaked me--about The Gorgon is that Hammergirl Barbara Shelley is just right around thirty, and she looks forty-five. Were they trying to age her, or was her bio telling a little white snake-lie?
That's really all I got out of this Gothic groaner. Oh, and the movie gets off to a very interesting start, with interesting people and a nice, soapy conflict. Then, the interesting folks are dead, and the dull ones show up and you start yawning.
Just like reading this review.