"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. Then rang the bells, both loud and deep, God is not dead nor doth he sleep."
It's spooky season, b****es! (And by b****es, we of course mean our dearly beloved listeners without whom we would be nothing). And in the spirit of the season, it's time for us to cover some movies that fit and/or set the vibe, starting with Ray Bradbury's "Something Wicked This Way Comes" from 1983, starring the wonderfully talented Jonathan Pryce, quite younger than I think either of us had ever seen him before. When Pryce's mysterious Mr. Dark and his carnival of pandemonium arrive in the night to a small town filled with ordinary folks and their ordinary fears, the conditions might just be quite right for he and his compatriots to take advantage...
