Christmas, 1972, and Iām a month shy of my 15th birthday. Mum and dad are out at a dance and my gran is with me. My wee sister has gone to bed, so thereās just the two of us. My gran loves horror movies, and BBC 2 have one on. We know nothing about it except that itās new, a first showing, and that it was written by the man who created Quatermass. Weāve both already seen Quatermass and the Pit, so we settle down, with the lights dimmed, to watch THE STONE TAPE.
Ninety minutes later, my life has changed forever.
THE STONE TAPE is a strange beast. The sets are wonky, the acting, especially by the male lead, gets very shouty and histrionic, thereās an annoying comedy subplot about washing machines of all things, and nowadays the tech on show, especially the computers, looks antique and clunky.
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