Touch of Evil popped up on my ‘have you seen…’ page on Netflix, and I recalled that I saw the original, chopped up by ads and edited so there would be time for all the ads, back when I was 16. The movie didn’t make a whole lot of sense. My girlfriend told me it was a great movie and she promptly dragged me off to see some snooze-fest involving the civil war and lots of wind…
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Bryan Zepp Jamieson was born in Ottawa, Canada and raised in London. He has lived in the Mount Shasta area since 1990, which he regards as the finest place on earth. Jamieson has spent the past 25 years as a graphic layout technician, web designer and writer, with over a thousand essays, a dozen short stories, and two novels – Ice Fall and Snow Fall – to his credit. In addition to his wife of 30-plus years, he normally lives with a dog and several cats, none of whom are impressed by him. Reach him through The Electric Review.