Odd fact: one of John Waters's favorite "art-house" movies.

What makes that all the more irritating is that the title has the verb "conjure" in it.

And the reason is: God hates you.

The weird, wordless little gesture of graciousness Ernest Thesiger gives them when they leave at the end makes me almost weep with laughter.  I don't even know why, but it's just hilarious.

Tom Poston completists are notoriously unstinting.

For some unexplainable reason, I just got a mental image of the Joyce descendants sitting around the desk in the back office of the Bada Bing, as the leader shakes his head and says, "These fuckin' Faulkners… Jesus, they're out of fuckin' control."

To be fair, I believe that type is exactly what the video is mocking.

This would appear to be a distaff parallel to the Elegant Victorian Lady, if "distaff" is correct here.  So far EVL seems a more successful characterization, but who can foretell where fate shall lead this gimmick?

Calling the song "Flappy", as though it were some sort of supernatural and malevolent duck, wasn't surreal enough?

The Vatican's "Tolerability Index" is pretty amusing too.

@avclub-12b7e26303bafe115b5ff48b7140c591:disqus : Yeah, this isn't Umberto Eco here you know.

I laughed and also hit like, so I'm terribler.

That's such a gorgeous, wistful song.  Its casual grief is just somehow devastating:

I thought the concept was intriguing (with maybe a little swipe at strict constructionism?) but the actual script was a little wobbly.  The performances I don't even recall, except for the ever-professional Saul Rubinek.  I did think Medak got some nice little creeps out of his bewigged and wooden-toothed antagonists.

Demon Seed!

I'd seen The Ruling Class a long time ago, and The Krays and Let Him Have It at some later point, but I was never really aware of him as a director until I happened across his Masters of Horror episode, at which point I looked up him up on the IMDb and found a puzzling career.  The episode itself was fairly weird and…

I kind of don't count that because ultimately there was nothing supernatural going on— just skullduggery.

I love The Uninvited— given that it basically codified the haunted house genre for movies, it really holds up wonderfully.

I'm baffled by a teacher who regards The Net as a masterclass in suspense.

I knew it!