Their workday of love was one of ferryings and crossings from shore to shore, island to island, of perceptions into death […]

'I made a huge list of Italian directors and all the pseudonyms they hide behind,' says 'Eric' – who now seems to be undermining his own dismissal of Eurohorror fans by revealing his own cultural currency of detailed and intimate knowledge of the filmmakers.

This tree is dying back.

They climbed over fallen and moss-grown logs; they slushed through shallow water; they crawled on their hands and knees under embankments and rocks, and at last, at Handsome's order, they stepped into a boat of some kind which the latter pushed away from the bank with a pole.