“he’s one of them rangers. dangerous folk they are, wandering the wilds. what his right name is i’ve never heard, but round here he’s known as strider.”
you cannot give me a gothic horror film set in the 1800s with an eerie atmosphere, beautiful period clothing, a strange unhinged woman and a terrifying vampire who is obsessed with her and expect me to stay sane
“i go to my fathers, in whose mighty company, i shall not now feel ashamed…”
absolutely horrible news, rest in peace bernard hill and thank you for everything 🤍