Own Ghoul

It has been such a time since I wrote some of the stuff I’m rediscovering during this website revamp, I literally can’t remember writing some of it.

Take the review of The Ghoul (1933), for instance. I can remember writing the original review, which was a stultifying piece of badly researched drivel about a film, and a star, I knew very little about.

Clearly at some point I decided to jazz it up a bit, and this was the result - which reads like I was on crack or something (I wasn’t).

For the time being I’m leaving this bizarre rant on the page untouched. If you can understand what I was on about, please let me know.