SPAGVEMBERFEST 2016 - A FISTFUL OF REAPPRAISALS: DAY 11
Well. Day eleven and I regret that, today, I won’t be able to squeeze a spag in. It was our anniversary a couple of days ago - not our wedding anniversary (I’d have remembered that one) but the eighth anniversary of my wife and I becoming an item - and we’ve packed the boy to his nan’s, and booked a restaurant and a hotel room for an evening of loving romance and extreme debauchery. Our dear absent @Reverend_Danite would no doubt approve. But can I take a spag with us to the hotel? Apparently not; I’ve received a resounding “NO!” on that front. Ah well, thought I’d ask.
Still, I’m not just going to flat-out miss this day; the one I was going to watch today - and which I’m now watching tomorrow as part one of a spag double-bill - is God’s Gun (Parolini, 1976), a movie I haven’t seen since the first time I looked at it over three years ago, and which if I recall correctly tells of an evil alien symbiant which attaches itself to Lee Van Cleef’s scalp, causing him to run amok. Looking forward to it already.
Wish me luck for this evening, gents. Little boy with big job to do.
