Sick and wrong in ways so delicious … there are almost no words. Made even more special for me because I saw the original “Wicker Man” while I lived in England (where it seemed utterly relevant and possible). Click and be amazed.
I watched “Burn, Witch, Burn” via Netflix the other day – solely because the witch in question is named ‘Tansy’. (There aren’t a lot of us, so you can imagine my excitement.) I had low expectations, but was pleasantly surprised by this 1962 occult thriller, which delivered its fair share of mystery, chills, paranoia, voodoo and actual witchcraft without making too much of a hot mess out of it. To my sister Tansy, I say: ”Dump the professor; he’s holding you back. You’ve got real potential for a career in the dark arts.”