The Wicker Man (1973) is undoubtedly one of the greatest British horror movies without question. In my estimation it ranks along side genre juggernaut The Exorcist, also from 1973. Like The Exorcist, it's a flawless movie in every respect. How I envy anyone that hasn't seen this masterpiece as when they do they will be blown away. I remember seeing it on TV in the 70's, watching it with my dad. We weren't exactly prepared for the naughty shenanigans in the film, and I was sent rapidly to bed when Britt Ekland got her 'kit off'. How I managed to stay in the room when the couples were making love inside the cemetery is any one's guess?, maybe my dad was making a cup of tea at the time (wished he'd been making another cuppa when M's Ekland was on display!!! I don't mean to sound sexist but when you're a lad of maybe 12 and your confronted with Britt's bum and other bits...well, boys are boys! (actually, it wasn't her hindquarters but a 'stunt' double) The next time it came on TV my dad was working night shift, hurrah! I remember sneaking downstairs very slowly (as there were several squeaky floorboards to endure and I didn't want to wake my mother, obviously) I watched the whole film and thought 'WOW' this is incredible. There are so many memorable scenes in this splendid movie, and the sight of Christopher Lee wearing a wig and dress is just unbelievable! This is basically how I got interested in movies really - sneaking downstairs in the wee hours to watch naughty night-time television. This technique introduced me to other cult classic movies such as Director Nicolas Roeg's 70's masterpieces Performance, Walkabout, Don't look Now and The Man who Fell To Earth. Also European Cinema (where you were 99% guaranteed to see a bit of naughtiness) These movies had a profound effect on me. I saw at a relatively early age, some classic cinema from Bergman, Fellini, Bertolucci, to name but a few, and I didn't even know it.Performance (1970) was especially memorable as I hadn't a bloody clue what was going on (neither did the audience at the time apparently) Today however it is rightly cited as a classic of British cinema. I saw it recently and it is spellbinding, psychedelic and confusing in equal measures. When one studio executives wife saw the movie at a screening, apparently she vomited in shock! A studio executive (not sure if it was the husband of the lady that was sick!) wanted the negative burned and a
film critic described performance as 'the most completely worthless film I have seen since I began reviewing'...not exactly a standing ovation, but it has had the last laugh, or the directors have (there were actually two) it regularly appears in opinion polls as one of the true cult movie greats and the scene where someone is shot near the end (I won't say who) is an astounding piece of cinema. Indeed there are so many unforgettable images on display you wonder what the makers were 'on'...certainly 'on form' as far as cinematic bravado is concerned, that's for sure. So many movies these days that are on general releases are remakes (like the 2006 Wicker Man fiasco) or 'safe', what I mean is they don't push any boundaries anymore, they have a beginning, middle and resolution and are instantly forgettable. These two movies and countless others of the 70's were daring and memorable.













My dad had one of these 'gadgets', and so did David Bowie, as heard on the classic single Space Oddity (1969), Kraftwerk also fiddled about with this pioneering electronic contraption, as did Erasure, amongst others. I know Rolf Harris definitely had one, well he did when he was flogging it on TV. I suspect however, he preferred his beloved didgeridoo to a small organ any day! You played it using a stylus, or 'pen' and tapped or dragged it over the keys to make a sound...and what a sound. Can't describe it really apart from irritating! My dad loved it though and so did I. Local dogs didn't however and neither did the TV! Many happy hours were spent polluting the air with 'noise'. Dogs would bark outside and the TV would suffer interference! Happy days.
verybody in his street was jelous when he turned into his cul-de-sac, window down, elbow sticking out and blasting James Last or Klaus Wunderlich's Hammond organ at full volume! Having said that, he did have Tom Jones, The Beach Boys and Engelburt Humperdinck in his glovebox (those Vauxhalls had big gloveboxes!) I used to sit in his car and drain the battery listening to What's New Pussycat?, Surfin' USA and Release me etc. Never really got into James Last or the aforementioned German organist for some reason! Who'd of thought then, that today you can have thousands of tracks on a tiny memory stick to plug into your car hi-fi? Yes it's very convenient to have all that music at your disposal, but there was a quality and a physical presence (if that's the right phrase) especially with an LP. You could touch, read, look at the artwork, and love your LP, cassette, and possibly cartridge, but can you love your memory stick or music downloads? 
vourite Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons. Those theme tunes are so dramatic and exicing (well for a 7 year old, anyway) and the use of verbal statements such as '...anything can happen in the next five minutes' is just 'icing on the cake'. What was the first record you bought? Does it still hold fond memories for you, or was it an embarrasement you'd rather forget? Get it off your chest and feel better here! Also what was your favorite album cover? One of my favorites was Upstairs at Eric's by Yazoo...oh, and another surreal album cover that I've just remembered as we speak. Gary Newman/Tubeway Army's, Replicas (1979). Wow, is it really 30 years old, surely not! But it does beg the question...Are 'Friends' Electric!

