The Two Faces of Evil (1980)
That’s why you don’t give a ride to weirdos. British people are just too damned nice.
That’s why you don’t give a ride to weirdos. British people are just too damned nice.
Holy ghosty, there’s a lot of overacting in this episode. Maybe that’s where the scares come from?
Curious how no social justice heifer has called for the author’s head yet, given that she is appropriating historical gay oppression for profit.
I am not sure what the author intended to do with this one, and I wonder whether she knows.
For a romance, the love thing is rather disquieting.
The only reason to watch this one is the beautiful violence, but even then, the body count is kind of low to make up for its flaws.
“Why bother?” may as well be the shorthand for any gamebook by Ian Livingstone at this point in time.
I must be getting way too old, as I keep thinking that the issues in this story are too trivial to warrant this many pages.
White people in America are loving this movie because it makes them feel woke. Don’t tell them it’s full-blown mediocre fare.
Even the most adorable canine sidekick cannot overcome the deadliest threats ever: slow, draggy pacing and nonexistent suspense.