500-year-old Peeping Tom to go on show at the Herbert Art Gallery after years in storage
The life-size wooden statue is believed to date back to the start of the 16th Century
The Peeping Tom/Lady Godiva clock in Broadgate, Coventry city centre.
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10 great British thrillers of the 1970s
As I Start Counting lands on Blu-ray, we run through 10 more edge-of-your-seat gems of British film of the 1970s.
22 April 2021
I Start Counting (1970)
The common conception of British cinema in the 1970s is that it was in terminal decline. Deprived of investment in the face of dwindling box-office returns, producers resorted to peddling period horrors, softcore romps and sitcom spin-offs to stay afloat. Yet, the decade also witnessed a mini thriller boom that exploited the BBFC’s relaxation of censorship to bring a new psychological authenticity and depth to such suspense-filled stories as David Greene’s I Start Counting (1970).
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âTwelve Lives,â one master of suspense
A new biography looks at Alfred Hitchcock from a dozen revealing angles
By Wendy Smith Globe Correspondent,Updated April 14, 2021, 12:46 p.m.
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Alfred Hitchcock at the Cannes Film Festival in 1972.RALPH GATTI/AFP via Getty Images
Alfred Hitchcock was not sentimental about children. How could he be, when youthful admirers sent him letters as cheerfully gruesome as the opening monologues on his popular television show? One Texas boy wrote to describe the gallows heâd designed just for the director, with âa 3 foot 9 inch drop . . . sufficient to break your honorable neck.â The master of the macabre was, of course, more than capable of holding his own with juveniles. One fidgety 7-year-old star of an âAlfred Hitchcock Presentsâ episode could still recall more than a half-century later the director whispering into his ear, âIf you donât stop moving about, Iâm going to get a nail a