It is funny what you are reminded of reading one days news.

An unresloved family dispute between a son and a late father - reminded me of the mother's role in the film "Frenzy". Her character's cooking was so experimentally bad - her screen husband went looking for the ruthless "Necktie Murderer" as light relief. Inspector and Mrs Oxford.

Who said Alfred Hitchcock didn't do darkly comic?

And the British Film Institute to celebrate Samuel Peckinpah's CV - the re-release of "Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia". It brings the house down on each edition of the "I am Sorry I Haven't a Clue" radio programme it appears on. That film title. But I, like a lot of the radio shows team members suffered the films sheer awfulness the first time round. How could Gig Young, Robert Webber and Kris Kristofferson be so awful and the suitable for "tee shirt" lines my Sundae suggests today? You REALLY do not want to know but take "You two guys are definitely on my shit list". Were the gunmen an early form of "Mister Wint and Mister Kidd" - diamond geezers? Involved with each other I mean?

I staggered out of that film and can only watch it now between fingers ready to hide my poor eyes from certain horrors like Warren Oates talking to a flyblown severed head - guess whose?

Back to that unresolved family dispute though. I can talk and therefore offer no real advice.

However I chuckled to recall the last line of "Frenzy". A wonderful Alec McCowan - stomach full of dyspepsia no doubt saying to someone

Spoiler:


Mister Rusk, you appear to have lost your tie!




Yer actual French - Kenneth Williams

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