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Dr. Terror's House of Horrors (1966) Another amiable Amicus anthology wherein tarot reader Peter Cushing spins yarns about werewolves, vampires, voodoo, and killer plants. The highlight features Christopher Lee as a pompous art critic (is there any other kind) tormented by the disembodied hand of the artist he (quite literally) drove to suicide. A bit of wish fulfillment fantasy from the creators of low budget movies perhaps?
TIL: The criticism that some art is derivative is kind of silly when you think about it. All human artists have no choice but to draw from preexisting material. Only God is able to make something from nothing.
I HAVE SOME NOTES: Continuing to jot down thoughts on my daily Scripture readings, even though some of them suggest something is obviously wrong with me.
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