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Monday, March 11, 2013

The Monk, now with popcorn

In the department of Things That Messed With Me Today, literary edition: The Monk, Matthew Lewis's 1796 gothicky-gothic novel, is coming to a theater near you:

This one has it all: hubris, elopements, lust, intrigue, murder, starvation, virtuous women defiled, gruesome punishments, demonic pacts, hauntings, the Wandering Jew -- if it's sordid, then by gum, it's in The Monk.

On watching this trailer, my first thought was: Oh my stars and garters, someone actually made Satan's Alley.


BurgoFitzgerald said...

I've been a bad bad boy, Father O'Malley.

Satan's Alley made me laugh, but apparently The Monk will "haunt" me! Yikes!

I always loved Lewis's novel for its sheer cock a doodle doo over the top looniness. However, this trailer looks like celluloid hysteria.

I give it two Beijing Crying Monkey Awards down.

MrsDarwin said...

Burgo, I knew someone would know what I was talking about.

"Two Crying Monkey Awards down" -- we had a good laugh at that.