Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Medusa's are Wild
Fickle Fate had me snared by the collar,
In a state of despair draped in squalor
I'd been paired with a date
Whose eyes flared with such hate,
To stare straight at her glare made me holler.
Ann Savage looks daggers at Tom Neal in
(Edgar G. Ulmer, 1945). Title by scary-haired Norm Knott.
Edgar G. Ulmer
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