At Midnight I’ll Take Your Soul opens with a strange-looking man in a top-hat delivering a sermon to the camera
At Midnight I’ll Take Your Soul (1964)
At Midnight I’ll Take Your Soul opens with a strange-looking man in a top-hat delivering a sermon to the camera
Every October, in the guts of spooky season, I try to catch at least one post-Scream, back-to-school teen horror film from the late ‘90s or early ‘00s.
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