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I keep having dreams about movies that don't exist in general, but I also keep having dreams about one in particular. It's a lost Amicus joint starring Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing; it begins with an amazing scene set in a shabby, moldy old Ramsey Campbell-style movie theatre, in which a very small audience is watching what they think is a porn film that turns into the record of a woman being murdered with a straight razor and then resurrected in some weird necromantic ritual. The theatre itself is probably in Liverpool; it's a combination burlesque and porn reel place, frequented by what appear to be "just" a whole bunch of like-minded kinky folx of the late 1960s (someone's being lead around on a leash strung through their nipple-rings, for example, and there's a whole lot of strapless bullet bras and warm leatherette) who are actually attending spiritualist meetings later in the evenings. Probably a knocking-shop upstairs. Christopher Lee is the presiding master of ceremonies, a necromancer rather than a medium, using his resurrected cuties as vessels to talk to the dead and demons alike. Peter Cushing, OTOH, keeps hanging around trying to turn young people away from getting caught up in this crap...he used to be part of the group in its earlier incarnation, back when he and Chris were firm friends and occult researchers from school-days on, but was instrumental in ruining Chris's polite society reputation after some sort of scandal involving Cushing's then-wife. He looks like hell, because Chris responded by levelling curse after curse on him, and he's pursued by M.R. Jamesian creatures he has to constantly fend off, but his intentions are good. This is probably the fifth times I've had this dream, and last night I found myself involved in watching it on BluRay restoration while recording a commentary track about it with Orrin Grey and others, talking about all sorts of background filming details. I'm not quite sure where any of this comes from, but I'm learning to accept/enjoy it.