I had been hanging on to a DVD copy of Ken Russell's 'The Devils'--the version with the censored parts restored--and it remained unwatched as I waited for the confluence of events [read: kids out of the house and husband at home] that would allow us to watch it without locking the doors. I'd seen it just once in graduate school--the cut up version because that's all there was then--and for anyone who has ever seen it, you know the word 'unforgettable' is just not enough, not nearly, no way, no how.
Then a couple of weeks ago, Ken Russell died, and that made the DVD box on my desk begin to smolder and burn laser beams at me. So I began watching it in installments during my lunch break. I finished it yesterday. Still unforgettable, especially Oliver Reed who was clearly put on this earth to play the man 'worth going to hell for.' I can't wait to watch it again with my husband. He is a big fan of the Richard Harris-Vanessa Redgrave 'Camelot.' Can't wait to say, 'What do you think of your Guinevere now, honey?'
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