Unbelievably ahead of its time, not just because it's the sort of jazz-scored giallo that Italy wouldn't start to do for a couple of years, but because of the home invasion at the end which appears to feature Han Solo, Roisin Conaty, Dr Evil and John Lennon dressed as Captain Birdseye. But I can't name any real gialli that feature a serial killer walking through Lewes station with a severed head in his briefcase, before stumbling over the seaweed-caked pebbles…
I'm not a fan of the rise of the sad-com: films and TV shows, and even stand-up, that lure you in with the promise of solid comedy, only to twist into tales of death, heartache and misery. Don't get me wrong, I love tales of death, heartache and especially misery, but if I'm watching comedy, I want it to be as funny as humanly possible.
Limbo is one of those, yet I'm not too disappointed, because let's face it, you…
Extract from HAMLET by William Shakespeare:
Is she to be buried in Christian burial that
wilfully seeks her own salvation?
I tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave
straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it
How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her
It must be "se offendendo"; it cannot be else. For
here lies the point: if I drown myself…