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Pat Boone's terrible but strangely alluring album of heavy metal covers didn't include a song by Black Sabbath, but he came close, covering an Ozzy solo ditty and a Ronnie James Dio track. I couldn't have imagined any combination stranger than Pat Boone and heavy metal.

Until now: Seth alerts me to the existence of a Black Sabbath tribute album sung--in LATIN--by a medieval choir with period arrangements and instrumentals.



I need to own this:

Netflix

Wicker Man does for paganism what Jesus Christ Superstar did for Christianity, namely dumbing down the tenets of the belief system for hippies and setting it to painfully bad music. A totally square copper investigates the disappearance of a young girl on an outlying Celt island. There is more outdoors fucking on Summersisle than in a Zola novel, and quickly Detective Howie realizes that the residents are practicing that really old time religion. They play him for the Fool, literally. Christopher Lee hams it up, and Brit Eckland can't act, can't dance, and definitely can't sing, but she's very skilled at being naked.

Belongs in that groovy class of unscary horror films which includes such classics as Let's Scare Jessica to Death, Equinox, and Season of the Witch.