Sat, 30 September 2006 Every now and then a film turns you into a bored child, screaming and pleading as mom searches the racks of another discount clothing store. Jess Franco drags me through aisles of low cost boobs and spider puppets in "Mari-Cookie and the Killer Tarantula" - containing all the excitement of an old Doris Wishman film, and so much less. Comments[0] |
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