Eh. He's entitled to his opinion. I would argue, however, that his point about The Studio That Dripped Blood is falacious, that somehow it's a better show because it uses primary sources to tell the story. As opposed to-- what?  What are these people, chopped liver?

Michael Carreras. Jimmy Sangster. Veronica Carlson. Christopher Neame. Ray Harryhausen. Val Guest. Caroline Munro. Hazel Court. Martine Beswick. Roy Ward Baker. Christopher Lee. Jimmy Bernard. Raquel Welch. And thanks to the guys in Manchester, Andrew Keir. Francis Matthews. And -- courtesy of the guys who made The Studio That Dripped Blood* and offered it to me for inclusion!-- Peter Cushing, Ingrid Pitt, Jimmy Carreras, Tony Hinds. And the new stuff: David Prowse. John Carpenter. Of course, Joe Dante (the glue that holds it all together).
I absolutely agree that a documentary ought to be told by the people involved, assuming they're still alive when you do it, and assuming they agree to be interviewed.

Plus-- at 50 minutes, The Studio That Dripped Blood does not have a great deal of time to cover every facet.  We are talking about 60 years' worth of people's lives and films.

Regarding the Little Shoppe of Horrors piece being self-aggrandizing: mea culpa. Dick Klemensen asked me to write about the experience. He wasn't asking for objective, newspaper-style reportage ("Just the facts, ma'am.")-- that sort of stuff had already appeared elsewhere in blurbs in Scarlet Street, Video Watchdog, etc.  Dick got what he asked for, my personal recollection of setting up the event, being there.

I do understand J.N.'s feeling about it being somehow invasive. I don't agree, but I understand.

*which is, to my mind, a poor title because it evokes an Amicus film rather than Hammer... but what are ya gonna do?

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