New review: The Legacy
Permit me to bore you for a moment. The Legacy should have been on the website decades ago. I’d found an ex-rental copy on Ebay (which now must be worth a few quid), sort-of half watched it, and then set it aside for a proper watch to do the review.
However, fate intervened in the form of a neighbour, who was talking about a film he vaguely remembered from his youth abut a haunted house and a cat. “Was it this one?” I posited, waving the still-newly-acquired massive VHS box at him.
“Yes, can I borrow it?” He answered.
And I never saw it again, although over the next decade he mentioned a few times how he’d still not go around to watching the thing.
Typical.
Not exactly a Peter Ustinov level of anecdote I know, but there you go. You’ve read it now, and you can’t take it back.
The Legacy is now, 20-odd years later, finally taking its place on the website. Is it any good? You ask. Ha! I answer. Of course it isn’t. It’s full of proper actors slumming it for a quick paycheck, it doesn’t make any sense, it’s senselessly violent and barking mad. So no, it isn’t “any good”, but it is exactly the kind of thing we love round these parts.
