Poem: Watching Donald Pleasance In The Halloween Films
Donald Pleasance in those Halloween films, hanging on every line
chewing the scenery and spitting out clichés, doing the best he can to be so bad
Michael Myers walks so slowly that even with that big knife you could just break into
a wee jog, a tiny sweat and be done with it all. But Pleasance reacts with all the terror
of a man that didn’t quite read the f…
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