#Catherine Feller

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The Curse of the Werewolf (1961)

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1956 portrait of actress Catherine Feller by Paul Tanqueray by totallymystified Via Flickr: From Tatler magazine.

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The Curse of the Werewolf | Terence Fisher | 1961

Catherine Feller, Oliver Reed

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The Curse of the Werewolf (1961)

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The Saint: The Queen's Ransom (5.1, ITC, 1966)

"You realise that a few years ago I could have had your head chopped off for that?"

"A few years back, I wouldn't have said it."

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Catherine Feller, Oliver Reed, Curse of the Werewolf, 1961

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Selected Works from Sarah Purser

Sarah Purser (1848-1943) was a trailblazer in Ireland's art world, celebrated for her skills as a painter and stained glass artist and her passionate support for women in the arts. She is considered one of the first professional female artists in Ireland, living her life free from traditional expectations and working to allow other women in the arts to do the same. During her studies at the Académie Julian in Paris, she found a rare environment that welcomed female artists, allowing her to flourish. Her friendship with Louise Catherine Breslau and her partner Maria Feller showcased her dedication to uplifting other women creatives.

In 1903, Purser founded An Túr Gloine, a stained glass studio that showcased the talents of many artists and became a vibrant hub of queer women — and some men — in Ireland. While Purser did some stained glass work herself, she primarily commissioned and oversaw much of the work being done at An Túr Gloine. Her support allowed even more artists to flourish, and her legacy lives on through her works — still featured in several museums today — and in many Irish women in the arts today.

You can find these works and more in our gallery!

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Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch. 9

Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.

Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications

Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here

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CH.9

“Why don’t criminals trust stairs?”

“Stanley, I am trying to work.”

“Because they’re always up to something.”

*Ford covering his mouth with his hand because he’s trying really hard not to laugh*

“Why don’t criminals like elevators? Because they hate getting taken down.”

*Ford faceplanting on his desk and slamming his fist on it because he’s trying not to laugh*

“What do you call a criminal snob going downstairs? A condescending con descending.”

“E-enough! I’m going to put you on mute if you don’t stop.”

“Ah, come on man. It’s not like I got much else to do here. I can’t even write in that notebook you guys gave me anymore cause I got nothing to write with.”

“Maybe you would still have writing utensils if we didn't run out because you chewed up all of the other ones we gave you.”

“I can’t help it, PhD. I’m on day seven of nicotine withdrawal and it’s still kicking my ass. I get that this whole lab is a ‘no smoking’ zone, but I saw stretch using dip, and you didn’t say anything; just looked at him in a passive aggressive, judgemental way.”

“Tobacco is a nasty habit, and you are better off losing that vice while you’re still in a controlled environment. Our father never kicked it on his own, so this is really for your own-.”

“Yeah, yeah Doc. For my own good. I’ve heard it a million times. Do you like, keep score of how many times you say that, is someone keeping track of it? Or is that your only excuse for the insane crap you’re always pulling.”

“If it will placate you and keep you quiet, I’ll wheel over a television.”

“You have one of those down here?”

“I primarily use it as a device that decrypts thoughts, but its original function is still intact. Let me bring it over.”

“How uncharacteristically considerate of you.”

“You’re watching The Black and White Period Piece Old Lady Boring Movie Channel.”

“Wait a second, where's the remote?”

“There isn’t one.”

“Stay tuned for the six episode marathon of The Six Wives of Henry VIII, starring Keith Michell as Henry VIII, Annette Crosbie as Catherine of Aragon, Dorothy Tutin as Anne Boleyn-”

“Change the channel. PhD, I swear to God.”

“Anne Stallybrass as Jane Seymour, Elvi Hale as Anne of Cleves, Angela Pleasance as Catherine Howard, and Rosalie Crutchley as Catherine Parr.”

“No- NO!”

*Ford presses the mute button on the cell*

(...)

160 minutes later…

“Stanford, I brought those scrap m- what in Sam Hell?”

“I appreciate it, Fiddleford.”

“Is there a particular reason Stan is staring unblinking at that TV screen?”

“I put on a soap opera because I thought he would hate it. But he… really got into it.”

“Is that the same reason why his desk chair is smashed in the corner?”

“Yes, there was a plot twist he did not find agreeable. I tried to change the channel after one episode, but he gave me such a look that I truly believe if I did, he would find a way to break the forcefield just to strangle me.”

“That’s… Not what I expected from someone like him.”

“I’ve never seen him get this way. Not even during a baseball game or boxing match where he made the wrong bet.”

“It can’t rightly be that interesting.” 

*Fiddleford pulls up a chair near the cell to watch the TV*

“You both do that. I still have important research to document.”

(...)

240 minutes later…

*all three of them are staring at the TV and don’t start blinking until the credits roll*

“I’ll tell you what, fellers, I can’t believe Gardiner got away with everything.”

“I know, right? Whatever Jesus approves of, I’m sure it’s not that.”

"We're Jewish, Stanley."

"Really? Well that explains why I distinctly remember the Aryan Brotherhood nearly beating me to death in prison."

"They what?!"

"Calm down PhD, I said nearly."

(...)

"Stanley, it has almost been ten days, it’s time to remove your stitches."

"Give me some nail clippers, I'll do it myself."

"Properly. Come on, don't be such a wuss about it."

“Can’t F do it instead?”

“No, he is in town on a supply run. Also, the only difference between you and I and under that shirt is the amount of rolls.”

“Ouch, low blow PhD. It’s not like you’re a runway model either. Fine, but any more cracks on my weight, and I’m going to remind you I’m a threat inside and outside of bars.”

"What are these, circles-? Wait, burns? ...Who did this to you?"

"... Don't worry about it."

"I am going to worry about it! Stanley, who did this?"

"It doesn't matter..."

"It does! Please, I'm your brother just-"

"Don't make me think about it, I don’t remember a lot but- I don't like remembering that."

"Oh Stanley." *hugs him even though it isn't returned* "I'm so sorry. Whatever happened, you didn't deserve that."

"You'd be surprised."

To be continued...

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that scene where milton and ross show up at clemens point and tell dutch they only want him but then kierans like “what if we give you colm odriscoll” and theyre like sure that works and they do that

this would most likely lead to the typical 'if the vdls were all alive who would actually be able to give up being an outlaw and settle down' dilemma

this did however make me kick my feet and giggle over the idea of the gang being forced to do a 180 because they actually realise kieran has a whole lot of power

in short: even if they had a deal with the pinkertons not being outlaws would be a condition and dutch is such a garbage power hungry vain person he wouldn't be able to help himself and end up jeopardizing the deal for everyone who WAS able to settle down. like rdr1 but with a proper 50:50 of the gang hunting down the other members of the gang who stayed with dutch in an effort to buy back the right to live free

but have you considered kieran having the sudden confidence to confront milton and ross because because he was actually an undercover agent with the og bureau: the classic fbi agent arrested by stupid cops

milton and dutch having their legendary stare down as the entire gang draw their weapons after dutch said he would go peacefully and kieran just finally groans and rolls his eyes because 'that was a pretty damned good deal but how about we give you colm o'driscoll and you let these 'murders and lowlifes' carry on their merry way if they promise not to - i don't know - rob anymore ferries??'

in the time it takes most of the bewildered gang to turn to kieran, who looks bored, and has holstered his weapon: ross is sweating a lot more than the lemoyne air should make anyone sweat and agent milton has goosebumps. 'what are you doing here' 'it's a long story. now how about we actually sit down and talk about this civilised'

kieran whistles to branwen, who calmly trots his way into camp almost going straight over micah bell. from the ratty saddle bags attached to a barely kept together saddle, kieran pulls out a badge, a very fanciful looking ID, and hundreds of photos of colm, the vdls, the braithwaites and fucking angelo bronte having tea with catherine braithwaite when the gang still just think that's a funny looking italian feller and haven't actually put a name to the face.

with only dutch, hosea, milton, ross and kieran duffy mediating, there is a back and forth of wit and snark and entire time kieran is there actually talking confidently, boredly, snarking at both 'respective' parties and making arguments about legal loopholes hosea didn't even know existed. then there's silence, milton shakes dutch's hand, and milton, ross and kieran ride off. and everyone is asking what the fuck just happened. hosea says they wait. yes jack's missing, yes they just burned down a manor, yes the pinkertons know where camp is but they stay and they wait until kieran tells them otherwise. the whole van der linde gang waiting for the word of kieran stableboy duffy

and three days later, kieran duffy rides back into camp with a very excited jack who can't wait to explain spaghetti and the dozen words of italian he learned to his parents with seemingly no idea how terrified they were. kieran kicks over a crate, gives himself a little box to stand on as he reads through dozens of pages of terms and conditions.

thanks to the unwitting work of the van der linde gang, the pinkertons and bureau were able to arrest colm, fat tommy, a half dozen other high ranking o'driscolls wanted for a collective thousand murders. they also were able to arrest angelo bronte and all his minions, severing a major international weapons dealing and money laundering operation. their reward? slate is wiped clean.

obviously, the gang are banned from ever setting foot in blackwater again. dutch is expected to be a polite and docile law abiding citizen the rest of his life. no more cons for hosea, arthur is also banned from going with 600ft of saint denis because no one should be able to accidentally trample 4 people and leave one man dead galloping through side streets. turns out that guy a wanted criminal anyway. otherwise? bounties forgiven. crimes washed away or otherwise explained as justifiable. javier esuella is an american citizen with his outstanding warrants in mexico not recognized by any us state. bill's dishonorable discharge was changed to 'other'. any members of the gang younger than 20 were given $150 to cover the tuition fee to a college of their choice and a letter of recommendation. everyone else was free to do as they wished, as long as they don't commit a crime big enough to come to either agencies' attention ever again.

well, except micah. the bureau still wanted micah, who arthur is only too happy to truss up like a thanksgiving turkey and deliver to the nearest police station

and if the gang chose to stick together (as strongly suspected they would) they were stuck with agent duffy, who was legally obligated to inform agencies if dutch started making stupid plans again (but if it was a good plan - which agent duffy may or may not have been allowed to advise on to help them not break their contract with the bureau - then what was the harm?).

the gang head west happy and free and definitely still committing much smaller scale robberies for the thrill. kieran discovers he prefers being called o'driscoll to rat king but at least he finally got his own bedroll

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BLOGTOBER 10/4/2024: THE CURSE OF THE WEREWOLF

This is a weird movie! A lengthy chain of events causes Oliver Reed to become a wolfman and ravage the most British version of Spain you've ever seen. The long and winding road that leads to the werewolf story is both a blessing and a curse; on the one hand it's perverse to withhold the title character for literal lifetimes within the story, and on the other, not knowing where or when he will appear can make the film sort of riveting.

Having said that, I feel unsure about how to discuss THE CURSE OF THE WEREWOLF. The most important part is that Oliver Reed is a congenital wolfman in a star-crossed relationship with Catherine Feller, whose loving presence can inhibit his transformation. But before we arrive at this likely narrative, we have to examine the class problems of a Spanish hamlet ruled by a sadistic Marques; the upbringing and tragic adulthood of a mute serving girl who is raped in jail by the prisoner she grew up tending to; and the troubled youth of a little boy who looks just like Oliver Reed, so at least you know he must be turning up soon--which he does, around 48 minutes later.

We great the newly-grown up Leon (Reed) as he bids goodbye to the kindly couple who raised him after his werewolf-ravaged mother died in childbirth. Reed is somehow both grossly miscast and the perfect wolfman. His parents' doting condescension accentuates the absurd physical maturity of this "fine young lad" whose robust chest and gut strain his vest, and whose lantern jaw and thick brow flex under a row of childish bangs. Few things seem funnier than the large and virile Reed frolicking and gamboling across the countryside to seek his fortune. The contrast between his appearance and his character recalls something like CABIN BOY, but he couldn't be a more suitable lycanthrope.

Like other wolfmen before him, Leon discovers that only the freely-given love of a good woman can prevent him from transforming into a whore-eating beast, but unfortunately his woman of choice is in an arranged marriage that she can't break for a lowly vineyard boy. There's a thread of class anxiety that runs through this 1961 film by Hammer Horror loyalists Terence Fisher and John Elder, and it makes one wonder about the novel it's based on. Guy Endore's The Werewolf of Paris has been called "the Dracula of werewolves," which is a pretty funny phrase, through I'm sure the book bears it out. Feel free to comment if you have a strong memory for what it's like!

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LA ABADESA (2024)

Synopsis

In the 9th century, Emma of Barcelona (c. 880-942), a 17-year-old girl, is named abbess in order to repopulate and Christianize border territories in 897. Upon arriving at the abbey, she will have to overcome the mistrust aroused by a woman determined to fulfill her mission, which will lead her to confront nobles, like her brother Count Guifré II Borrel of Barcelona (874-911), peasants and the nuns themselves. Despite everything, Emma will show that it is possible to challenge established power structures. Although she will pay a high price to get it...

Emma is willing to carry out the commission of her deceased noble father, Count Guifré I of Barcelona, Guifré el Pilós (840-897), founder of the House of Barcelona: convert the abbey that he founded in 885, the Monastery of Sant Joan de les Abadesses, for which she is now responsible into the engine of change and transformation of a society that comes down. She must help with all her resources to help the lands that are emptied due to hunger caused by border wars, which in turn are a consequence of the ambitions of the feudal lords of the area.

Emma acquired small or large properties with which the monastery came to have a territory equivalent to that of a county. Her sovereignty was also similar to that of a countess: by concession from her father, her domains were exempt from all interference from the neighboring counts, whom she knew how to oppose with resistance.

On cinemas: Friday 22 March

Filming began in January 2023 at the Loarre Castle, and included scenes filmed at the Turó de la Seu Vella, until concluding at the end of February 2023.

Main cast

Emma of Barcelona - Daniela Brown

Eloisa - Blanca Romero

Guifré II Borrel of Barcelona - Carlos Cuevas

Eduard - Ernest Villegas

Odón - Oriol Genís

Bishop Gotmar of Vic– Joaquín Notario

Clara-Berta Sánchez Bajona

Melisenda - Anäel Snoek

Elvira- Olivia Auclair

Data sheet

Script and direction: Antonio Chavarrías

Produced by: Antonio Chavarrías, Jose María Morales, Miguel Morales, Mónica Lozano

Photography direction: Julian Elizalde

Editing: Clara Martínez Malagelada

Music: Ivan Georgiev

Casting: Irene Roqué, Carla Bisart, Sara Bisart, Elena Gómez Zarzuca and Doriane Flamand

Direct sound: Elsa Ruhlmann

Sound editing: Corinne Dubein

Blends: Emmanuel de Boissieu

Art direction: Irene Montcada

Costumes: Catherine Marchand and Pau Aulí

VFX: Natacha Brohan

Assistant director: Falele Ygueravide

Production direction: Anna Boneta

Executive producers: Alba Bosch-Durán, Flavia Biurrun and Jennifer Ritter

Co-producer: Huber Toint, Alex Verbaere, David Claikens, Samuel Feller

Production of Oberon Media, Wanda Films, Icono 2020, Saga Film, RTVE and TV3.

Poster

(Based on a true story/ Based on a true woman)

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The Curse of the Werewolf (1961) - French pressbook

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It's September One Seventh (Ed. {sigh} somebody else correct him; I'm exhausted by this guy) and Leon the Werewolf is getting in shape by doing squats with his mom*.

How are you prepping for the big day?

(* Yes, weirdly enough, for Curse of the Werewolf {1961} Hammer Films had numerous publicity shots of Oliver Reed as the werewolf posing with Yvonne Romain, the actress who played his mother. Her character died right giving birth to Reed's, and they never shared any screen time. Presumably she was chosen because of her "exotic" looks and rather statuesque {38-22-36} figure. I can understand this because, IMO, she's more attractive than Catherine Feller, the actress who played Reed's love interest in the film.

But even an old lech like me's gotta admit: it's pretty freakin' weird to be doing squats with your mom on yer shoulders.)

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Oliver Reed in The Curse of the Werewolf (Terence Fisher, 1961)

Cast: Clifford Evans, Oliver Reed, Yvonne Romain, Catherine Feller, Anthony Dawson, Josephine Llewellyn, Richard Wordsworth, Hira Talfrey, Justin Walters, John Gabriel, Warren Mitchell, Anne Blake. Screenplay: Anthony Hinds, based on a novel by Guy Endore. Cinematography: Arthur Grant. Production design: Bernard Robinson. Film editing: Alfred Cox. Music: Benjamin Frankel. 

Hammer Films thoroughly exploited the public taste for monster movies by borrowing story ideas from the classic black-and-white horror films of the 1930s and '40s that originated at Universal Studios. It gave Dracula and Frankenstein's creature multiple outings, but surprisingly only once made a film about a werewolf. It was a success, and launched the career of Oliver Reed, who played Leon Corledo, a young man afflicted by lycanthropic tendencies. Reed actually doesn't appear in The Curse of the Werewolf until well into the film, after an extensive backstory that explains how he became a monster under the spell of the full moon. That's the chief flaw of this otherwise solid, if not terribly scary film, which is handsomely photographed by Arthur Grant and moodily scored by Benjamin Frankel. The bulk of the narrative is handled by Clifford Evans as Don Alfredo Corledo, Leon's adopted father. Reed doesn't get a chance to wolf out until the very end of the movie, but he does so effectively.  

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Christy, by Catherine Marshall. Chapter 35 Excerpt (Part 3)

But Jeb, that natural-born fiddler, was tuning up again. Jeb must like fiddling better than he liked eating, and that was saying a lot. The fiddle whined and cried and sang. “We’re a-goin’ ‘Step Charlie,’ folks,” Uncle Bogg called, dancing a pigeon-wing all by himself in the middle of the floor.

Charlie’s neat and Charlie’s sweet,

And Charlie he’s a dan-dy—

“Circle up, folks . . . Circle up . . . Wimmin on the right.” Dr. MacNeill was instantly at my side, expertly propelling me to the center of the floor.

Over the river to feed my sheep

And over the river, Charlie,

Over the river to feed my sheep

And to measure up my barley.

“La-dies in!” The doctor sang as he swung me:

My pretty little pink,

I once did think I never could do without you . . .

“Gents in! . . . Grab, boys! Grab!” This was fun! I was feeling better and better, warm and tingly. My feet had wings. Overhead strange noises cut into my thoughts, girlish giggling, laughs and squeals. I had not noticed anyone leaving but now I saw that the circle of dancers was noticeably smaller. As if in answer to my unspoken question Dr. MacNeill jerked one thumb to point at the ceiling. “I told you. Ceremony’s beginning. Putting the bride to bed. “All to the cen-ter. Just go!”

Charlie’s neat, and Charlie’s sweet

And Charlie he’s a dan-dy—

Scrape, scrape, scrape over our heads. More giggling and shrieking.

Step . . . step . . . right and left . . . right and left. “You mean really putting the bride to bed—now—with all of us still here?” I asked. “Sure—now.” The girls were trouping down from the loft—without Ruby Mae—and the men made a dive for Will Beck. There was a lot of scuffling, several chairs turned over, while the music went right on. “Git him. Pound him. Sure’s the world, we’ll fix him proper.” “I’m batchin’ it, fellers,” Will yelled from where he had been flattened on the floor and was lying now between the legs of one of his friends. “Didn’t I tell ye? Con-found you—Un-unh!” Will never had a chance. Held roughly by the scruff of his neck, jerked and pummeled, he was already on his way to the loft, tightly wedged in the group of boys. The whole picture was absurd. And then somehow, what was happening to Will and the wedding night scene in the loft receded into the distance. I was caught up in the gleeful harmony beating at my temples, singing in my blood, pulling at my nerves, tinglingly delightful. The doctor danced as naturally as a bird flies or a fish swims. By now I knew that I didn’t even have to think; I could just give myself to his arm around me with assurance. The guiding arm was so sure and firm, the rhythm such a part of my body now that I could almost forget about my feet. It ended too soon. My partner spun me around with a final flourish. As I let my head fall back in a moment of joyous rapture, I met the doctor’s eyes. They glistened with approval—and something else. When I pulled my head back up, his lips brushed my forehead. For a moment his arm stayed firmly behind my back with my body pressed tightly against him. Then he loosened his arm around me and the room spun slightly. Was it the music and the twirling which made me feel this way? A panicky thought chased through my mind. What was happening to me? I was dizzy!

Dr. MacNeill was pulling out a chair for me, then he sat down backwards on one near me, propping his arms on the back of the chair. Fortunately, at that moment, there were new and bawdy noises overhead. The partitions of the cabin were so thin. Cornshuck mattresses were self-advertisers. Inwardly I was wincing and the doctor knew it. “Actually, Christy, you ought to consider something,” he said, never one to lead into a subject delicately. “The mountain attitude towards sex may be more nearly right than society’s attitude—in the warmed-over Victorian tradition. It sure is more realistic. It’s the way things are. Way they were meant to be too. Here in the mountains, folks see sex for pleasure and for procreation. They’re right. Leave out either one, and you’re in trouble.” Well, I was thinking, so maybe there is still a lot of prudery about sex even in the younger set back in Asheville—especially among the girls. But why a lecture on sex to me? I was having trouble meeting the doctor’s level gaze.

With relief I saw David approaching. “Excuse me, Doctor, for interrupting. I’m leaving,” David said to me. “Didn’t want to go without letting you know, Christy. May I take you home?” Suddenly I knew that I very much wanted to go with David. I tried not to sound as eager as I felt. “Yes, thanks. I am ready to go.”

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Chris: I saw this hosted on Svengoolie, the Hammer werewolf film with Oliver Reed - and in color, except the werewolf does not have much screen time, yet an interesting explanation for what could produce a werewolf is presented in this film, all horror fans should see this once, Watch: When Free.

Richie: The movie was boring, took a long time for the story to develop, I could skip this, Avoid.