DC Merryweather

DC Merryweather

"This film's crap - let's slash the seats"

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Favorite films

  • Cat People
  • The Company of Wolves
  • The Black Panther
  • The Lair of the White Worm

Recent activity

  • The Beatles: Get Back


  • Night of the Demon


  • The Dark Eyes of London


  • Village of the Damned


Recent reviews

  • The Beatles: Get Back

    The Beatles: Get Back


    Too short.

    This may drift along in inside baseball convos and bickering too much for none-Fabaholics but there's always a spellbinding moment like Macca gradually conjuring the tune to "Get Back" out of the ether, out of nothing then slowly and quickly it takes shape before our beetle-on-the-wall eyes and ears. And roadie Mal Evans scratching his head wondering where to get an anvil. And endless rounds of tea and toast for the prickly, mercurial musical magicians in vivid outfits.…

  • Night of the Demon

    Night of the Demon


    His first horror film in 14 years showed that the master of shadows Jacques Tourneur had lost none of his powers of formalism, even as he riffs on imagery from previous works such as Cat People and Out of the Past.

    Occultism and curses and perfectly crafted scares; it draws out the gnawing sense of dread in M.R. James' prim, antique chiller, 'Casting the Runes', and has some fun along the way.

    With his boozer's drawl, stolid American import Dana…

Popular reviews

  • Broken Blossoms

    Broken Blossoms


    You might expect a film adaptation of a story called The Chink and the Child made by Birth of a Nation director D.W. Griffith to be, well, not exactly racially sensitive. And, true, the character of Cheng Huan is played by westerner Richard Barthelmess, who squints his eyes to achieve an oriental look. But, if anything, Broken Blossoms is about tolerance, and in particular racial tolerance, it being the story of two ethnically different star-crossed lovers, whose flowering affections are…

  • Orlando



    Sally Potter's high camp take on the Virginia Woolf novel is a tale of a gender-bending androgyne who lives for centuries; underneath the film's glossy artifice, though, there's a tragic core. It's like a slightly less gay Highlander, basically.
    Tilda Swinton is superb, and whose incredible face looks like something you would normally find gazing out from an Elizabethan portrait. S/he carries the film, but it is also about the sumptuous costumes and art design, with any sense of precious artiness undercut by a Gilliamesque sense of irreverence and humour. Wonderful.